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who knew the world was.. beautiful from this distance
here i am sitting upon the steps of venus
looking at the picture of you
pretty? the word is only a mere reflection of your perfection
and im hoping to give you a the feeling of protection
only if you do not mind
i wrote a poem about you
i called it
the theory of frozen time
placed it in a bottle with gunpowder, and firecrackers
lit the wick
and wrote a message in the sky……

Jay G