I am born with a red eye,
Which sleeps in a purity’s parasol,
I play hide and seek,
When colors toss the pea.
Through the lid of my gaze,
I have sensed it burgeoning,
Seducing it to sleep for the
One it’s not meant to be.
Scarred it maybe,
But of one lone hand...
Who will recite the prayer
Of the unspoken fertility?
Your scribes over the maiden
Have engraved a cave...
Who will peel off a banana
Without a cherry’s vitality?
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