They're great, they are, positives.
Nice just to counter the sin.
Yet wherever they live.
Moreover is this.
That breaks the niceness within.
Negatives grow wild in hope.
To trim it, to let it grow slow.
Whilst heaven in hell
And as it does well.
It shatters goals with a cold blow, again.
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Author:
birdbard (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
This reveals an abstract feel with layered meaning. Well done
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