| What white hearts dot this inside of me, vessels of silver, veins of something clinging. I am a cosmic ache, moving to live, hoping to spark. I seek something sharp, sharp enough to wake me up, break me and seek truth still more beautiful, still more shattering. Earth breathes and I speak pearls, I'll drink down your eyes and wish to taste the like. Know me. I am what you see, always. |
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~I do so enjoy making sense. ...Too bad I don't manage it more often.
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Truth is more important, even when it's inconvenient... Especially, when it's inconvenient.
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