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Tess Fields Mar 2016
Mysterious as they are,
they connect with the world,
drawn peace,
spin and twirl.

Shorten with the sun,
just to grow with the moon,
they come to watch,
alone and soon.

They mirror your sins,
and copy your deeds.
Although you might grin,
they will never see.

— The End —