my skin is the colour of smashed corals that turned into sand, my eyes are made of coal from mines. my fingers write words my tongue cannot form, and inside me are whirlpools of darkness and light. from the deepest parts of the earth i was born, and now i join the stars and cosmos as i walk. i'm not here to allow myself to be inferior. ethereal. celestial. i don't belong here, i never did.
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@RabiyaGanihar thank u friend! you're a true pal :,-) i appreciate it!!!
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