Old scares and lamentations;
is this a curse?
How many close their eyes
and search for inward visions?
Beauty is a pledge between
the body and the soul.
Happiness is the highest
form of vanity.
Who can escape the selfish despair
of uselessness?
Wandering through the dust of
the naked self.
What has been loss in the world
is in the muck that makes ideas.
A warm womb of love.
A burst of sweet fruit.
Twas just a sudden odd suprise.
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