THE RESIDUE RESIDES

The residue resides upholstered aloof
The purity found when flocking the truth
Senses erupt like when rain explodes on the roof
We’ve witnessed the kind one sees in their proof
The summit relaxes its loneliness and youth
Once the precipice is the fulcrum the rest becomes obtuse 
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