Naked shaded with an Ivory sheet.
Smells like a warm feeling – home
Pacifically standing waving its stiff arms
Around like a child throwing a
Tantrum. Grows for hundreds
Of years. Living its spiteful Cycle.
Cut into, rebirth again.
A sane shadow searching and
Shielding. Create a path for a
Way, a way to humanity.
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