Your layers are
thick. You will invite the
stains of fallen stars.
Why you want to sell
a fake idea, wrapped
in tears of sunken eyes?
A moon wants to cry
at harvest time Come September,
we collect the bowls.
Why you want to sell a fake idea, wrapped in tears of sunken eyes? ........................fabulous.............full score
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