Inundation, frustration.
Solid like a cherry pit in my hand
Pit, bomb, bullet, arrow
Shot through the clouds to the sun
And the sphere appeared between the hole the clouds created
Not responsible
Not responding
Faithless grappling from one cliff hanging dropping tiny pebbles
Pebbles to the ground crashing down
Become a pit
And this moment you appear so beautiful
The star I can see
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