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Time flees they say,
Time to bear my errors and end to anxiety.
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To interrupt actions, to stop my desire for degree of quality and to acclaim my flaws.
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For piecemeals in nature of God's desire, to adhere to the callings of my fears.
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To clasp my mankind, to love and cherish for my imperfections are part of my kind.
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To embrace the undesired, cordially to receive the unrecognized and to fondle the uncompleted.
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If time unfolds and i await perfection before the adorement of my kind,
I will be left to what cometh of life to me.
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If i desire to await my errors to vanish,
I will be like a desert land that yields no fruit.
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Like a sword of a warrior that has never fought any battle.
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OLUWATOSIN THOMAS
TEE-THOMAS (Fearless Lines)