Trying My Hand
Marbles roll downhill
Diverging borrowed Bard's Tongue
Like/Un Canny Valley
Victoriously
Dawn of The Recursive Bip
From The Origin
Story of Daughters
As spoken by their father
Through halls of Control
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"What would you like to dream of?"
Interrupting Flow
"Swing in weekend lace
Feeling just the world turn
Click By Bard's Clock's Tick."
Quite the manic flow
A quick flash of native shore
Heart calls overseas
Still, feet stay planted
There is a war turning tides
Void tendrils seeping
White web overthrown
So a single tongue returns
To her beachside seat
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