burst into early existence reaching for a peek at the sky
fragility of a slim stalk begging why?
a beautiful hue of yellow trumpeted fragility
singularly is sparsely weak
in mass a chorus doth speak
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Big Man
The way he looked at me in spite of my rage features of a face that fought in a cage solemn undertones, red cheeks of fire a muscle bound to...
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