Alphonsus,
a waxing crescent for every beam
only to be seen in the darkest hours.
but with strands of hair that gleams,
he bloomed among the sunflowers.
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how are you my very own dreams,
my teardrops from the rain shower,
and the sweetness of my cream?
it muddles me as i am devoured
by every thought that scream.
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Alphonsus,
i am, of the bitter and the sour,
but my cries are stronger than any stream
flowing around my ivory tower.
will you save me from the extreme?
or leave me like a perished flower,
still waiting to be redeemed?
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