My friend,
You've been calling me a magpie,
You seemed to have been calling my bluff,
Yet I simply
Do my best
To capitalize on suffering,
To carve poetry out of loneliness.
My friend,
Even a lesser evil
Is still vicious,
I wish you rewrote your vision of me -
I feel your presence in the distance.
A collective sunshine,
An abnormal sincerity -
They could have been pointless if
Not for the redeption.
A magpie
Could turn into a falconess
If you let her.
After all, the sources of light
That we have
Are universal.
A magpie
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