Crystals; the mind lurks
Beyond what is bound.
Thrust, imagine fireworks,
Reality is so, so profound.
Set the bed, reap the works
And sow the seeds around.
Capture your latent quirks,
Ignite that thing to sound.
Thoughts: they so make
My lumpy head shake.
What? I see a white rose.
A rose whose funny foes
Just crept up to its alley;
I am in the hellish valley.
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