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Perfected glimmering gazes
Lilies shining with indigo
Slowly blooming
And eyes like the anti-Christ
Hopes of a brand new tomorrow
Rest peacefully on the stair

(Oh my, its pot toppled over)

Have we forgotten, now?
Yet again, the 's**t hit the fan'
And the glory faded

As capricious as a baby
(Make up your mind)
And unwilling to understand
Would you like to explain?
(Rather than simmer in fury)

It's not finished, but it will be by tonight.
I just need a break, and I was hoping for some constructive criticism. And maybe ideas for a finish? Or do you think it's finished?