we fell long ago
some misnomer from forgotten woes
thunderstormers come to pass
i think i've settled on shards of glass
it's all gone by the morning and all around it poured in
but my blood could not thin and the sun melted me down to bone
at long last i'm the best! i've finally unlocked the chest!
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Poesieredefinition; sculpting, acceptance. figuring out which way to go. questioning mortality. new sense of direction. restarting internal insurrections. letting go and standing tall. "in a cave where light cannot be a winding maze of multiple ways to es...
