They come to hurt,
at inopportune times:
finned and fishy notions,
marauding like sharks in teapot oceans.
I’ve a head full of dark, as I drive.
Under a rainy tree, a young woman.
Her eyes, they follow.
On quantum strings, they remonstrate-
~Be kind. Be kind~
Artist:Ivan Aivazovsky
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