Horizon past horizon, a pain- a line,
The sun is melting down in lazy rivers,
And they are running to the ground with every grind,
While you forget to pay this sight its shivers.
Its just a sketch from elbow to your wrist-
But who is able to grasp the real meaning? Who?
Nobody there! You close your fist:
Much better hide it under a tattoo...
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