You can and you will
Live up to fill
Every emptiness inside you
With liquid satisfaction
Until it dries and crumbles
Into pieces of me
that were never mine,
And bend time
To mend and sculpt
Us with mud
To cleanse ourselves
Of perfection
Until we're only what Earth wanted us to be;
Imperfectly fine.
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Elevation
PoetryA series of curious & personal poems about questions, doubts, and loveliness.
