In it's jar on your shelf, watching you.
You laugh that laugh, it knows it's true,
as you watch it move.
It fills your jar so full, so rushed, so plush,
this your fabric of your smile a bedevilled jar.
You sea right through, in waves is brushes fair.
It is watching on your Sheffie, from your jar, it
bounces crazy from the walls,
contained it is, throne.
Wont you please reserve the top and let it in?
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I would like to translate this poem
really nice one i like the jar 10