The Weight of Past Oaths

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Smoke-laden memories
Constrict each passing morn
With tender fragrances
Coasting, through plumes of white

Blossoming endeavors
That fume of fervent romance
Cast-iron hopes
That propel misty-eyed scores

The haze embraces
Through our slow earthly turn
Fastened, day to day
Our first yearnings
The scourge of former years

The weight of past oaths
Anchor our daily thoughts
A burden of elation
Our passionate, searing, travels

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