The Orator, c. 2019 C.E.

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What is the weight of my hands; Or the circumference of my thoughts; A price tag on the hinterlands of my heart?   What value holds What translates here, What world tongue Or currency can spare   A single soul, seeking to dare To spring from   Purge Oratory  

The Soul Craves to Bathe in Light

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The soul craves to bathe in light, But sometimes it wishes only to drift far, far away. The soul burns deliriously putting up the good fight.   Those that lose themselves to the night, They grapple, crawl, bellow, and pray. The soul craves to bathe in light.   But once clouds finally depart, through the

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