Newborns
sealed eyes
and putty minds
trapped sand in glass
liquid gold droplets
leaps and merriment
unbeknownst of time
wisps, vines
the mass entangled
"society"
acceptable is fraud
searching for solidity
in this stolen ground
we lay way ashes
battered by falsity
over time
bones wither
and the countryside
oh, the countryside
we all find homes
under daisies
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