Paper boats squinted...
At blindfolded smiles..
Carved on a womb..
A prologue undone..
By the churning overtures..
Of Innocence..
Crossing at a Wait..
For a brass trunk..
Caked up in luster..
Feeble..
That li'l Matryoshka doll..
Asleep..
While the spring walks her past..
Glimpse
Of a Crinkled nose..
Nudged the abyss..
Sliding by..
That dimpled sledge..
Of painted aloofness..
Over Crystal snow..
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