More and more,
Them beaches
Then sands of beaches
At their see,
Crave to meet me;
In unscene places,
And the say,
‘ you are such a deer,’
Them test you…
And then tear me down,
And ad my linen,
Their action steels hurt,
But I dye inside,

And become a tail to cell,

That,
Just camouflages me!

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