Beneath sea sand
And I treasures fade
Tell I who applauds
When I salts
Form a river
On I child gaze
Tell I who laughs
When I crown
Is worn by
A pair of breasts
Tell I who smiles
When I die
Cry not
Look on and see
The faces
Next to I tomb
See their joy
Through
Their tears
See the lie
Lying
Beneath
Their talk
When I arise
Look not
For i
For I live
Through Ink
Through
I note pads
For only
The skies
Share
I insanity
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