Dots
Dots like little stabbing rays
show me evil light of day.
Broke down crosses on the road
in their solemn graves abode.
Quintessential rays of darkness
Pierce my eyes --
my heart harkens--
lovely flowers
lovely dew
unrequited love is new.
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