Prisms glisten
with the new hue
of integrity,
capturing compliances
ferocious mannerism.
Totality gleams
with wide eyed teeth.
The warrior
that looks within
glares back,
condemning perseverance
into the void.
Breathe your truth,
couture your freedom.
© Thy Phoenix Fountain
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