you gave me a toy doll once. it looked exactly like me. eerie.
a poem about self-love
We’ve become good at hiding. Blending into day so we can be part of the light. The sun has made perfect camouflage. Even as the sky loses purity—it’s clear blue decaying into something else. Dark fingers clawing at the softest part of a cloud. The sky no longer looks like paradise to other worlds, but… Continue reading Godhood
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