An unseen screen drizzle
Loneliness and it means
Petals of roses on genes
And a gold deer from dreams
Our buds from coldness
Start at the noon in a tour
When the sun spreads
Iridescence to every hour
Quartered in the best cities
Solitary or in tents,
Butterflies with rare wings
Adopt other trends
An auction with fake jobs
The streets dying of fever
Who falls from algebra,
Broke window for ever
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