Perched upon towers
up above the world so high
yielding brighter paths
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Perched upon towers
up above the world so high
yielding brighter paths
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A bridge overhead
severing through still waters
a brush on canvas
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In pumpkin we trust
at the time of walking dead
spice to treat the vice
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Forests humanised
invaders of modern times
wilderness devoured
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Mellow as yellow
as petals pupils flower
a newborn, daughter