Time extends from the tips of fingers
Showing all my reach
Empowers me my own wrath
and quells the evil's taint.
Truthful touch
and uncurled lips
blast without restraint
The only fear is toward your ears
can you handle your own mirror.
I've shed my plastic walls
Those which shed and bent the light
For giving is often subject to receiving
and I accept the truth.
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