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Wonderful, just wonderful;
teardrops on my fingertips,
miniature magnifying glasses molding
sculptures of undersea creatures
who dance invisible feelings.

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Beautiful, just beautiful!
I’m bleeding sad happy tears
all lit up, tiny liquid pools glass
shimmering their salty wet magic
across my cheeks so you can catch them?

Beauty, Arrth.

I was going to do two, but it would only have spoilt your words.

Thank YOU Ramon

Great poem, as usual.