Hidden

sound-illuminous broken bloom
scared into gloom.
he might let you into his room
but you can't shoot sweet dart
into his heart.
his prison is poison to all
reason within a reason
why did he ever fall.
we miss him all.
hey, painter
hey you, rose of clay
the weather is nice today
come out to play
but I'm content if you say
you're happy your own way.




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