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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