why we won't thanks
those beauties come
our daily ways instead
we stare, gaze, begone
appreciation is godly
i tried, disappointed
now i say good morning
that's when they're so
pretty, tensions hasn't
set in yet on their fragile
system. they tend to slow
look at me as if a magic
is knocking in their ears
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