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MID 'OWL

MID' OWLS
Just about time when life goes loom
Life a set piece of waxed powers
Terrestrial, terrestrials are the king of night
Night go off nights, so does it come off day
Nights, set for rest; Nights, nest are built
...
There are nights that out-lives in the day
Enthusiasts, overwhelming desire,
Owns the core, the sole owner of night
Night has wings, so does it go nude
The wings aids movement, nudity pays off
...
Nights that eclipses life, till it fades off'
Destroys, demolishes, devastates, destrier
Friends around, foes gets trapped; generalized
Nights that outshine beings, beings are night
For night is a bush where busy owls hang on
...
There's a night that mould wealths
Slay, sly, spiced up  treating spy
Sugar Daddy, Paparazzi; all-a-whole
Night that gets wealth in lions den
The night that watches their life fades
...
For nights exists; Wing owner, nude bearer
The wings are harmful, the nude destroys
In the sense, night ain't for good
Infact! Night is evil, night demolishes
Nights are permitted; Either, brings shame

©Tex (2017)

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