there are things you're afraid to admit because you forgot how it feels to enter the mouth of your heart with it's voice unheard echoing in the folds and now you struggle with my weight draped around your neck attempting to find your way home whilst performing amazing feats of astral projection to appear in my sleep every once in a while...
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seagulls lead your way along the edges of clouds, those shredded fragments of a hidden, unforgotten goddess, as you now align your arc to a new mystery.
and yet old and new skins holds what always was.
ever stretching.
;)
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