It was sporadically laid upon mountains
as it is so with hills, valleys and more;
It was splendidly crafted by clean hands
as it weirdfully crumble beneath, alone
by choices of searching eyes
and a decision to make
beyond the entanglement
of several downfall!
What could be there
with one who is not
and will not be
within a cramp
or otherwise?
Your search
is within
my crampled
piece...
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