I thought I would title this one with the words that I misspelled in the Spelling Bee.
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Open your castle:
Greet your anger.
I read my thanks
As the laughing
Of my flaws.
I am skilled at
Needing my own
Empire.
I define this as:
Love, rights, ashes.
Skeleton moments go before
The crime I believed.
I may die from my acts.
Momentarily skilled with reason, I give that right to my conscience.
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Ibidem
And slowly the world is safe.
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Altars work with being.
Law reads soap
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