Flicked through the light, dark,
Dirt and scum,
Gauged the beaming smile,
By the dirt under the nail of your thumb,
Here's and invincible deceit,
It sticks around miles not just for weeks.
You breathe obscene,
Innocuous haze made me dream,
Around your curse,
We took the hearse,
Down to the beach,
The sand it glittered but shred your feet.
Held a raven innocent,
In the palm of my hand,
Everyone took a peak,
But it had no feathers, nor feet or beak.
A pokadot metaphor,
That fulfilled its cause.
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