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Eyes open up or lock down
Here in Belladonna the winds hush
Trees release pus as their function
Clouds caress the skies in a junction
People exude lust in fashionable colours
Those in black and blue rid us of rust
There stands the effigy, with arms hung out in alert

The birds fly to their abrupt death
Rats infest the site, cut off the nose to spite the face
What a dazzling place, lines obscure
Secure the patterned pace
Jovial sun shines upon the hidden grassy meadow

The jostling hours slow time
As rain rush pouring through air
Children on the lively park
Bundled like stitched tissue - cray of expression
Fray the intentions of the brave who work tirelessly

Over and over in loops
Aligning them like squeamish slugs
About to engage in a skirmish tug
Quarrels the dame with the beard-stroking lame; for tarnishing her persian rug

Side-to-side and front-to-front
Rowed the homes in Belladonna

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Art by @19.xcv
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