56.Being Blindfolded Is The Rist That I'm Taking.

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No one can find it this cynical
to harden about stories under
the sun's earrings;
what a rising moment to touch
the wings of an ally;
prepared for a flight , a quiet
patience surrounded by
night's dance moves ;

Words taste like
acrylic sunset drown
beneath art's skin ;
I crave for the colors
to feel them naturally.

Whether my heart
represents a dot
in a space between
two different worlds ,
I'll be watching with
what's left of my soul ,
no hesitate ;
i am ready to create
and even if my eyes
can't see the
lying truth outside ,
being blindfolded
is the risk that
I'm taking .

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