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Another poem Yet
Breathe and feel everything you have to offer
Only for as long as you can ignore the exterior NOISE
Making you feel so inferior
Decorate your interior exactly the way your younger self thought you would turn out to be.
My start was simply broken a dissimilarit try again. to life's beauty
I won't elaborate... unless you pry but be prepared. I don't like it
Your empathy will do nothing but hurt you
And shame me.
The blame isn't in me.
And the world
Oh the world
Spins further than a seamstress unbound by the material and tools
The only way to see what I mean is to evolve beyond that of the fool we all have to become to start this journey.
Arachnes. hubric .tapestry.
More than a painting and less than a play forever perched upon these castle walls
Listening for bird calls and hoping they mean more than just a pick up line from the trees to birds of a feather
And cuts of leather as the nights become something truly worth loving and we all start belonging in ourselves
exactly like you want to
More than we could do
for at first it may feel like a chore
BUT THIS SHALL BE YOUR CORE
Don't ask me for an Encore


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