Of what you know to be beautiful
never becomes a real thought,
of how you seek it out-
the lessoning of everything combined,
sanctimony as tree's can do when they listen to one another,
serious mistaken identities are just like the reason you came here was to die completely.
Copyright © Jimmi Canada | Year Posted 2018
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