Three points
Three directions
Interruptions
Connections
Set destinations
A triangle

Circles' lines indefinite
Parents' follow
Families move
Within the circle
Distances shift
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Populists gaining attraction
Throwing lies
As they were Molotov cocktails
Single words
Repeated in different colours
Crowds are on 🔥
Repeating
ancient techniques
have resurfaced
Sidestepping humanities values
The heat is building
Reason lost
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Fascinations then obsessions
The latter be short-lived
Resurgence of sensibility
Once omens observed
Mans' intellect ignored
Baseless assumptions
floating about
Easily dismissed
To be forgotten in an eternal shroud
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The day is waiting

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Clinging of hard heels
March of oppression
The arenas are packed
Lies shine there is no lesson
The pendulum swung
In this one way direction
Fear and cowardice
Don't even dare a different mention
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The day has come
We will meet
Most of us
Can we all sustain
Our intentions or bust
Can we find intimate moments
Where we share pain and guilt
Where we find joy and happiness
Where we rekindle our trust
Can we walk side by side
Feeling close and be fine
Where we want to lead and to follow
All the same in one steps time
No annoyance uninhibited laughter
Give us a few hours
We rebuild
There is still one central figure
When we part
We hope  we are all in this guild

Deep in the valley
of the deepest dream
the innocence of feelings
Have overcome
A possibility of shame
Soaking in the humid
the fluid of please
Recalling this adventure
Awaken
Holding a sweaty covers crease
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