There's a headline
On a layer,
Lying flat and overlap.
It begins
In open manner
To be like an early map.
Books assembled
Its conclusions
By its drafts.
Icons on the screens
Could be
More fair and kinder.
After transfer
Families collect
Transparent cards
Usually
In dreams
To hide and find it.
It requires suns
And leaves on doorsteps.
Life decides
What it will have decide.
It got lost -
That merging bending headline.
But the dreams
Are kind to remind.
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