Life
Life is a beauty, a strange,
strange beautiful beauty
with its tangles and snares
thrown about its many rooms.
Its colors, like a sea sick
rainbow spewed throughout
each and every room, nothing
untouched or tampered,
nothing on perfect balance,
nothing in perfect harmony.
Yeah, that's life, a sweet and
beautiful mess with all of
us living it!
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