Live, Live, and I sit, sit here for that bland hope. This, all for perfection and peace. And I lose myself in this promise. Just to be your everything only to be a caption in the story that is you. Only for a while; never a prophet based on visions. I could be an answer or fade like life in the background;a tree with looks of forgiveness. Anticipation still followed by a meltdown, because I did not follow your rules. Never the the enemy unless you truly believe so. Soap for your dirty hand and I am still in exile of toleration. Unseen, that is real beauty.
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