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They might poke They might prod Be calmer Than the ripples
They cry "beautiful, beautiful” And I cringe Grateful for myopia As I tighten my turban Who dare calls a thing so imperfect Beautiful?
I was told fire can be friend or foe At times it consumes you beautifully Yet it obliterates you completely The next day.
a little blood is still blood
Life is a big 'ole house
as the biting winds spared not our skins and taunting crowds ruffled our emotions
"It takes precious to know precious",you said
Take the scorching sun from your stare be hot without the scalding declaration on your face