A canvas for the sheath of your paint The tool of inexplicability July 14, 2023 Leave a Comment Cancel Comment Name* Email* Website
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In brightness. Where everyone is blind. In darkness. Where no one can see. In lightness. Where all is sublime. In rightness. Where everything can be. In kindness. Where every seam is fine
Donβt you just love. When they try to pry your petals open. And fashion you into a flower. And colour you just like them. Their false chipper fingers. All up in your roots. Checking for pulse. And poking your glutes. Tussling your hair. While talking from nowhere. The mountain lilies. Who think the valleys are silly. The outgoings. SautΓ©ing the incomings. The very reasons. The rose thorns. So they come with their scissors. Upset about winter. Demanding a glint. Of what light wonβt deliver
The light was so serruptitiously sweet, it started snowing sugar In play with shades so sensually serene, they started singing silk
A Citation. The size of the sky. ~ A Fine. The depth of your eyes. ~ A Court. The wild of your rights ~
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