Kaleidoscope flies that refract light
in a deadly pattern.
Arising from dung,
they fly toward the sun

Love feels so sordid,
fear seems so natural
like one is called for
and the other comes.

Break my heart into crystals,
and take a whiff of real stupidity.

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