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The youth gets by...setting standards to survive,
Pilot; surprise making an endless climb thru the hive.
Troublesome image with cumbersome spinach but ain't no Pirate found,
Living within' corridors that now are bricked with cries protruding from the ground.
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He walked the night skies with skyscrapers over shadowing,
Fear with himself and the conscience no help its HE who he's battling.
Stepping over the cobblestone that wobble him a soul w/ no control,
A clone of an individual that scatters waves of spiritual findings in his own home.
The darkness becomes him- autistic but loves it; no two lives the same,
Caution I hope as these shadows hang from a rope guarding what there's to claim.
The reason for treble clef is to meddle less with something beyond reach; insanity
Minority that's scarred deep- leave the souls alone for that's their home w/ no calamity.