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I hate how I can feel up

and then down

Just because of a

photograph.

Really candid;

Glare can really

get to me. Realizing

how much I've

Lost. Whats

a prelude?

I can hate how

certain music

doesn't help.

Or does.

Depends

on it.

I'm always lying lull

however. Seeing

The sky bleeding into the foreground

But whats the problem?

Makes a great photograph

They will always be

beautiful, eternal.

An image of a woolly dove

basked in a glow,

hanging flaccid from a beam, has permeated

my story. How am I to end?

And whats a preface?

I've yet to find.

Came across Serendipitous

but my life,

I've yet been lucky.

It stands, and

May breathes,

drowned in gold;

Must frustrate.

However,

Cascading Quixotry,

Do you like scrabbled anagrams?