I behold your beauty as I entangle myself in what seems your bosom’s belt,
So down to earth that you denied your person a shadow’s dent in the sun’s scotch as agony and pain rang your bell.
A mystery, that is the drops of your Meta by the way side palming through and throughout your very conception.
You left glory’s sit and came to par with dust.
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Beautiful piece my friend.... love it