Masterpiece
Pour into a structure,
Like a yard glass:
Being head over hills,
For the pretty lass;
Her cathedral, to me,
So, immaculate:
A woven golden tone,
Attracting black in it;
Such curves,
Are immersed in beauty;
The human version:
Stradivarius –
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