All moon fallen, dimmed underneath the sea,
All sun risen, frozen hanging on the tree,
An innocent self, stabbed by all verbal thirst,
Laughter, no wonders escaped, solitude-an only flee.
Perception in voice, an alien with a spelled curse,
A sailor on the clouds holds a shiny sword of dust,
All queer minds with madness, sold to mediocrity,
Gathered, no wonders escaped, solitude-turns a must.
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