My hair is soaked, and I found
an evil eye bracelot, enclosed on my wrist,
Then, to my surprise,
A downpour of ice and quiet
on my head, they sit laughing,
like knives the yellow eyes eat through
the night, the trees, and the soft lamplight.
Its a perfect day.
With the sun and trees and flowers that I seemed to have misplaced
'cus learned by Shakespeare, who
screams with sorrow, "I am fortune's fool."
*Donya Botkan*
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