Looking up to a sky of blue sins
Hole in the ground opens up to cave in
The pretty and the polite upset a grave eye
The eye which I trust the, eye with which I spy
Poetry in emotion seemed such a happy couplet
My lack of imagined understanding left me out of my depth
So now I rhyme and disappoint with mythical derision
Trying to look past the obvious despite my damn cursed vision.
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