Iris      
             
I liked the way my hand looked 
on your head 
in the presence of my knuckles 
but the beauty of this vision alone 
just like yesterday's sunset 
has been perverted by the sentimental 
and mistaken for love 

the felix of your truth will always break it 
and the iris of your eye will always shake it 
and the armies, the armies I have created 
will always hate it 
will always bait you on 

I liked the way my hand looked on your head 
in the presence of my struggle 
but the beauty of this vision alone 
I can't shake from my tree just yet 
it keeps invading all my private moments 
listen to me now

             
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