Poets know the harm they do.
I do know they're harmful too.
But I love the colors: blue-
White, red, and a gold one too.
Tiny: just the smallest things.
No bigger than a hornet's rings.
Love the colors that it brings.
Love the sinful given stings.
Eyes enlarge to take it in:
Validated: all your sin.
Never need thee love again.
All thy need: ratings of 10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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