But little by little, amber starts to shine
Neither melts nor petrifies
As my world is basked in pulsing lights
--In your mystical luminescence.
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THOUGHTLESS │✔️
PoetryThe words The petals On a flower that Thrives by appearance Is only Will merely Be a flimsy Taste of what's inside Why price By the eyes The symmetry Of flawed beauty As though As most Are weighed by Thoughtless ideals For those Four arrows A sma...