My heart is bleached with insecurities,
Seeking for light with all sincerity,
If only I could teach it, its inability to live,
I would take away its pain,
To paint a tree of peaches…
With beaches, untamed with riches
Each page’s bewitched with Beauties,
Then, just maybe I shall set to lay over its reaches…
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