breaking the natural order
for the sake of personal beauty
a bird's wing preserved
by the polar lenses, white light,
and the touch of a man
fingers trapped in children's toys
a summer treat for i the least
but the sick romance
at the back of your mind
my summer night pleasure
for i all the more
tripping through swirls
and deep pools
along dark slippery
city streets
filled to the brim
with triumphant marches
and parades with routes
passed loosers' houses
locked in at the midst
of a winter battle
to the death and the part
the weight of a horse
on a frozen river
as the war rages on
in a field far away
what was lost
but a letter to the queen
but what of it
was a loss?
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