Go back in time,
To that point in line.
Certain moments speaking truth,
Others leaning far from truth,
Yet all in all one is left mute.
The kindling flame within the brain,
Capable of leaving one insane,
Oh how one longs for that mane.
The fog clears itself to reveal,
The focused image of such appeal,
That one does not wish to stay under the heel.
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