Could a blink of one eye be sent for its first.
One has its power, a consumed grip as it looked.
From its long gasping stare a triumph set thru.
A left in a hint as it too had its stare.
One as been feeding as them all had its glare.
In a grip of it being a blink as it stared.
Elation is followed from when it looked stared.
A blink has had meaning as it done from in glare.
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