I am in a big ramble.

I honestly have not overcome.
I surpassed my past,
But have yet to conquer a far.
Confused, I waited in the stillness of Zephyr.
Clouded by the sound of conflict,
While understatements were my grand theft for the sill of silent quench.
Surely I declared distinguished disgust for the objectives. 
Similarly, as subjection wore to the missed gestures of prevarications.
proclaiming  alliterations to this illustration of digression, 
Only lead to the prelude upon the indignation of  inflicted juxtaposition sterling through the objection.


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