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The lazy eye, 
staggers. Looks behind 
the moon. 

Retaining the uniqueness 
that you were not. 

The eagled-hoot. 
Your spirit, muddles the air. 
How much truth was there 
under your skin? 

I had always admired your stiff neck. 

Only the veil was needed 
to cover the green fears. 

Would you ever know, how 
I was killing myself in small poems? 

The danger lurks. 
Sparks, seagulls and blue lake. 
The blaze never dims. 

Eternity prowls around, cutting the ribbons.