like a rose comes'into its beauty
you are the sea
a violent stretch of perfect green
i try to understand
like an infant baby clenches its hands
this darkest mystery
resides where
the shadows are
take me to that perfect place
where noone can follow
where we
shedding these
fragile leaves
post mortem theyare
you run away to hide
and i faithfully
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