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sit In green luxuries Where the birds sing symphonies of stunning Tragedies. Preying on happiness hovering on mangroves guarding the river. Black sky’s screaming Narcotic pessimist she travels the land floating on the bridges of waves. wind rusting away in a field of sunflowers face towards the sun, bees hum around tired ears preaching parts of nature keeping you together And her secrets safe. Imperial manifestations As she watches faces fade away She spoke of warm days With apricot eyelids Squinting into the sun.
