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Arising before the dawn, 
to meet the earth, 
your honeymoon was over with innocent. 

You start becoming extinct, 
with stained excuses. Naked as a belief. 

There was no contradiction. 

An imitation will take over, 
for the surreal tomb. 

A gift of rain will fill the bowl 
left for Buddha, who was still sleeping 
with eyes half-open. 

A sage grouse begins the mating dance. 

Can you speak for the scars? They 
promised to remain mute.