Aimless

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Beware the silent calmness of the sand

Over the dead sea loom fire and ice

Under the myriad of gems slithers life

That which the eye cannot see is nowhere

Immaculate yet perverse west winds blow

Quoth the stars to the lost traveller

Undo what has been done free this lost heart

End suffering to embrace the renew

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The prompt was “boutique”. Totally random. This is what I came up with. My mind works in strange ways sometimes.

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