Your Art

Holy touch me I
am set in my ways.
Restored by sane
men women same.

Carved into wood
pleasant and good
forever nature keep
eternal as it should.

The wood beckons
a strife come to life.
Inside my dreams I
release all of strife.

I’m fine so run go
to the edge of sanity.
Brilliant you are and
an eye for the fancy.

Pretty face draw tear
in an eye all of disguise
here and now alive I
jump to try capsize.

Touch me touch sun
and eviscerate reality
you were now done
now I find me casualty.

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