Bounded

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My Words are not bounded by pity
Nor are they foundations of guilt
They take on other forms
Sunlight under sheets 
As flowery as they are
They cannot be recognized as much
There nearness is catastrophic
Almost microscopic in its haste
Bland, first of granite,
They want you to panic
And panic you will
For the truth, wouldn't you

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