Tried to draw
The sound of you
All I found, was . .
A flying crate
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the world spins
ready to loose, and peel
comparable to a star
proudly moving through water
there is no equal
more beautiful
than her roseness at my feet
i admit here, i seek shelter
a shelter of brightness
when most of my most, is dark
cross high and unstrange
Arrows & Metaphors 
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