As the evil present
Falls so much on them
Like a cookie in the breeze.
Shoulders hurting
Desires smashing ears like needles
Delved deep into a haystack
That nobody dares look at.
Sounds of battle
Lay magically on the mashed horizon
As the sun sits in wait
Crouching; waiting for the orb to lower it light.
As darkness dies
This feeling grows stronger
The need to do; the need to be
Growing as the darkness shrinks
The perfect contrary motion
Creating the beauty of the head.
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