The ugly pressure I apply
Creates fissures in our comfort,
Our souls and our ecstacy.
What we had defeats this stinging existence.
The circles of our minds
Light the darkness in our hearts,
A light that allows me to see
The distance between us.
The borders of your form,
Realism has no purchase.
Sculpture, Canvasse, Eternal Muse.
A touch that leaves you broken.
Adjectival, I'll bear witness to your beauty.
The universe has the girl to thank,
For granting it the contour of brilliance.
You company makes my world worthwhile.
Although this state of patience is living death,
I will wait, for I know that
Mutual conclusions are much better than
The ugly pressure I apply
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Some people say they haven't yet found themselves. But the self is not something one finds; it is something one creates.
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Found my way
Nails broke and
fell into the
Wishing Well.
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Some people say they haven't yet found themselves. But the self is not something one finds; it is something one creates.
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Found my way
Nails broke and
fell into the
Wishing Well.
And I liiike, well done!
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