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The world is a false representation of

the human mind

The dolls that create sin are beautiful

And love is blind to the testimony at hand

I can only hope that blind mistakes go

astray

Behold the living revelry that is you

A flower in the midst of a storm

Whyever do you

Swear so much

By the poetic laws of tripe?

Oh please don't believe the hype!

For there are 111 poems

That seek the world,

My love is vengeance all the way around!

Your integrity bothers people, but so what?

This is a challenge for all who steer...

So much love for you, I behold

You write the pages of your scene

And what a beautiful scene it is

For all poetry...

I apologize to the world and such!

For poetry is an immense war between

the roses

I subside to all obscure,

For there are 111 poems that are unsure

For the world is unsure itself...

My life is your life

For we all love this life

As 111 poems bask in the wild

Oh give me my roses

And I shall give you yours,

Let us bask in the glory of poetry.