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- I see with acuity,
- there's so much ambiguity,
- surrounding a failed continuity,
- when tasked with the idea of congruity.
- The same cloud that surrounds that phrase,
- can be compared to the petals of a rose in a mid morning haze.
- Sparkling and beautiful, its own piercing rays,
- distant glints behind a water-filled gaze.
- Hidden in a roseβs petals, there, many secrets lie,
- many of which have gone awry.
- Though words of this are all belie,
- the truth is hidden behind layers of beguile.
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