Poem : A Yoke of Crystals

Deep down a gaze, a yoke of crystals

Formed a hut, nest and a chest of desires

Hunted down a few fickle flurry leaves

Harped in to a stark sunrise farm

Everything is a cloudy, cloudy, casual nine

Everything is a violent, violent, violet rage

Everything is a dangling, dangling, dimension

Everything is a lipid,lipid, lineage of losses

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