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At one time it would mold you into a polished gnome
And balance you on a floating shelve
Sometimes into a color bathed butterfly with a delicate wing
Under a sky without a gravity pull
Sometimes it comes like a cure
To a long night of faceless plague
Sometimes like a black mist
Yet so revealing
Sometimes it comes like a voice
As swift as the hoofs of a running horse
Sometimes it clothes the soul
Luring it out from it eternal hole
Sometimes it shape-shifts you into something
Without a face, without limps—a living ball of mass
Sometimes it plucks you into a virtual hole
And put a lid over it
Sometimes it brings you into a room with no door
Making you gnaw on your bones in horror
Sometimes it in sculpts you into an unfeeling angry Angel
Fallen from his invisible throne
Sometimes it opens up a portal in your sixth sense
And lead you to the homes of ghosts, devils and their darling demons
Sometimes it appears like your almighty savior
But in a black cape, red horns, holding a white flag and a loaded shotgun
12/2/2020 12:15:30 pm
And sometimes it just eludes you completely, lol. This is a beautiful piece. Well done!
21/2/2020 06:54:53 pm
25/2/2020 01:16:29 pm
Love can be refreshing and debilitating. The person you love on some days is the only thing you’ve ever needed and the answer to every prayer you’ve ever said. But feeling so strongly and giving yourself with that much vulnerability means that when the person hurts you, it is multiplied to infinity and the person occupies a special position, what with just how much of you you’ve shared with them, to harm you more deeply than anyone else.
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