Rhyming consciousness

Its a simple twist and burn
No life was spent to yearn
And making bread, make time
Faltering steps in the rime
Fled to the dimly lit
Market frozen split
Lay me down in pain
Then wake me for the same
Sanctuary in caress
Bound simple by the dress
Hope’s blazing sun
Smarter now to run
Bring me now enthralled
Before the innocent

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