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Simplicity
Small and plain
A delicate jewel on a cake
Oh love is sown through the hole of a needels head
My hand crosses the page
It sickles the sickening melting edge of harmony
It flaps in the find and chills bones
Steel moon beams crush the sails of freedom
The itch, scratch it
Light reflects
The hard shell, the stickiness of innocences
Passing by, buyers, ate heart
Pale(ly), I looked through the opaque oil
Its blue
Ice caps touch
Father walks
From eagerness from emptiness