The waving strands scream out fire,
the squinting marbles of desire
How the cry breaks through glass?
shatter shards down in mass
Oh how the tune sails away!
breaking the peace, sorrowful day
Grabbing the thoughts, disturbing and sweet
harsh mother you shall meet
-Endy
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Made by the threads of delight, the bear & the blanket were ever so tight.
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