Advent of strange
sign on forehead was asking
for the laughing eye.
A cessation of
botched therapy was a need.
God was still alive.
The birth pangs
were becoming stronger
with every fall of trust.
The gravest thing
was the love of moon.
It keeps you smiling.
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