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Seeping Love:Poetry That Stirs the SoulVolume IBy Heather M. Miles“A mind that is stretched by a new experiencecan never go back to its old dimensions.”- Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr. A Siren’s CryShrouded in mystery, yearning in wait,he came out of hiding to see.Tempted by the crises of crickets, he basked in moons,and swayed in delighted wonder at the beauty before him. Unexpected giving. Unexpected take. The fantasy suddenly real – flesh and blood. Words rolled out one by one, like seductive pearls,collecting in the belly of an untamed beast,an untamed soul and untouched flesh.Wanton but afraid, needy but reserved, the chase began.The wait and wail of a trumpet’s cry can’t be stoppedwhen unleashed. The desires of men prevail over the hearts of women,but their bodies belong to the gifted few who can wield their minds.Candy comes in many forms, so heed the warning.The songs of sirens are more than the will can take. Don’t be caught silent. Love’s Waiting GameThere’s no sun that would take my shine,my north and direction.Our lives meld together in the cold and heat of darkened days and sleeplessness.Distance is the bitter anchor that binds us in placelike overgrown vines that know no time. I wait between dreams for the sound that tells me I’m on his mind,That I’m not forgotten while he fights demonswith the last of his painted words – both flimsy and worn.There’s no answer for my heart’s divide,mostly his and partly mine.The frailness of arms that never quite close.The tears that seem never ending belong to both of us.Waiting is a harsh whip that cuts deepinto already sacrificed flesh. The breadth and width of my expanding heart,can’t carry the blood that drops like grains of sandin loves waiting game. It’s all heartbreak, heartache, for heart’s sake and ours to make, but none for me to take. I’m waiting for you to claim me, yearning for the signsthat I’m not just wanted, but needed. Sadly, I probably won’t know when it’s before me.Love is blind when presented so openly.Like safety and trust and passion that shines behind a single forgotten moment.And yet I’ll still wait…I am mine now. (For Mark Ward)The crest of chard feathers as black as daywere never meant to catch it’s falling prey.Sins of night in loves paradewere never more than masquerade.A ghoul’s tale masked in shame was told in prophet’s light,sold in sin with God’s tongue aflame, his followers delight.No honesty for stolen flesh, no repayment for each sin. The message plays from reel-to-reel, there’s nothing left to win.Nightmares so harsh and telling they never cease to bind, broken dreams, broken words, there’s nothing left to find.Child play has long been stolen, no tears of blood will spill.Thoughts of death and vengeance fill the heart, begging it to kill. Take your hell and hold it bare,no earth will hold you, no sky would dare.Dignity will suffocate shame and hate, my time I will not fear.Forgiveness and redemption aren’t mine to give, for there’s still more love and life to live. I am mine now. DivorceThese papers are surely cast in lead,I’ll be signing them in blood.No soulful cheers are mine to have. Freedom lurks like death, charred on my weary soul.What once was found, now is lost, never to be regained.Time is a masterful clown, toying with my heart and mind.Never ending tears seem mine to keepIn the day and in the night. Life is mine to mold and keep, and it lies helpless at my feet.Where’s the confetti?Where’s the arms gilded in hope?Where’s my souls new resting place?I want the day to swallow me and the night to never end.Over is nothing more than over. Lost is my new friend. Sensual Haiku’sScintillating love,she moved with a feathered touchA rare sight to see.Naked she lays in wait.Yearning for well-played kisses.Open to the mindless game.Perfected by dark,molded by the lustful light,I was everything.Caged in her yearning,She waits for his brutal touch. He delights in games.Feeling Everything and NothingSomedays I see so much in myself, and others nothing at all. Somedays I feel so vibrant and other days lifeless and dull. I’m a faded rainbow barely seen. I want peace, but hate the silence. I want noise, but sometimes it feels too quiet. When did I become this woman before me? When did the words of others, both good and bad, mean so much?When will I have the strength to no longer care? Today? Tomorrow? What mattered yesterday doesn't have meaning today because I no longer live for anyone but me.I’m no puppet, no fodder for those who live behind glass. I feel every word, but a simple touch means nothing.Birds cry in the distance, signaling a new beginning,but the sun doesn’t shine for me. Passion’s ReignThere's a constant craving buried so deep I don't even know its name. It captures each breathe holding it caged in lost sonnets and songs without words. Melodies of yearning for the ones touched, the might have been's, and those unknown. Where's the lonely heart with a dowry of empty promises and dreams unfulfilled. Who's the keeper of my untamed flesh and sure mouth. If passions reign can hear my call, and I am truly free, why does there seem so much empty in the love that surrounds me. And who is brave enough to hold the weight of my yearning? Desires so profound they even sear me. Constant is the craving of uninhibited need.Take what’s willing, give what’s required, but make yourself known. Who Dares Move the Moon?She burned hot like the sun during the eclipse of her life, always aware that the moon wasn't permanent and either was her unclaimed heart. Hands like wings, words like water, rise in loves great divide. Tear down the shadowed belief that yearning waits in secrecy while offered to fools. My passion is lava. My soul the sun. Claiming me isn't for the weak and weary, it's for one that burns as bright and fiery as me. Who dares move the moon?Dreams Divine Moment(For Kealan Patrick Burke)There's safety in the darkness of dreams, magic in the blackness of hidden thoughts, desires never made real. A subtle smile. A wayward feeling. Is it me or you that was brought to this place, and why?It's placement in a broken reality speaks to my worried mind, the intimacy too much. Looking away is easier than acceptance. You're not mine, but here you are. My vision is as vivid as a slow-moving picture. I capture every scene. You're tangible to the palette, both sweet and savory, tantalizing enough, that I know you're real, and yet, you still aren't mine. I'm sure of your face, it's telling and wise, both intense, but shy. You captured my wave and locked it away, but caged is never confined. How long will you hold it dear? What will you do with my smile?I'm too scared to know why you've been put here, so I hide behind my hand. My wave is unsure, but I am not. There's more than meets the eye. Then suddenly you're gone as quickly as you came, and I find myself breathless and longing, but I don't know why. I can't fight the idea that there was more meaningthan the what my mind has conjured, the taking and giving of time. I can't set you free now, there's more of you to find.A Heavy HeartJagged and smooth, cracked and glued,my heart is heavy like a rock, Swaying on the pendulum of life's dreams, love's last wish and a yearning that seems never ending. The wicked tip of a loose tongue cast puzzlesthat tease the mind and body into false fantasy. Words so raw they feel both rough and soft like frayed velvet.Don't feed your soul with false fiction,when it's reality that satisfies your craving for love. Pleasure is a forbidden apple, femininity a broken rib. The languid bleed of wishful thinking will never heal the past.The stone has now been cast. Leave me lonely, leave me afraid, but leave my heart intact, For there is one who will prevail against the riddles of my past, but only I hold the key.A Weary TightropeStupidly lost, I meander in graceless wonder. A talented, beautiful, flawed, wreck of sensual femininity. I don't know how to feel. I should feel nothing, and yet I feel so much. My heart is weakened and exposed, teetering between the past and the future. I shouldn't cry. I know I'm okay, but the tears seem never ending. I'm a spinning top of raw emotions, bobbing and weaving on a self-imposed tightrope of unknowns. Who am I? Who is this woman I've become? The gilded cage I live in, is life's most cruel joke. It's still a fucking cage. How do I gain my freedom when you continuously clip my wings in the name of love? I used to see myself in color, but not so much anymore. I'm a fragment of that girl, hidden by a beautiful smile and dead eyes. Where's the divide between what was and what is to be? My heart feels fractured, my soul tired. I wonder when I look at myself, broken and crying, what will tomorrow bring. What I'll have left to give? And if I'll even want to share the last morsel of my soul with anyone. If I'm not worthy to hold the tiny gem of unpolished coal, who are you to try?Beauty in FragilityThe breadth of loves song flows like waves of scarlet and sapphire, both shamelessly vibrant and woefully subdued. Almost mystical in its telling, so secretively on cue.A trebled wish that seems so authentic, sold so carelessly in nighttime whispers, only to find it was never meant for you. A heart that's cracked still respirates in times of trouble and renews in the sacred depth of understanding. Shared are the woes of life's greatest tragedies. Suffering so profound and personal the words themselves seem to stitch their own wounds. Passion is the person who not only opens their heart to finding love again, but one who does it with the conviction of a past, littered with defeat and sage deceit. Selfish is the broken soul who masks their pain behind an unkempt heart. Giving up your secrets and sins to another frees you to sell yourself anew. Lead not into the crispness of unwrinkled sheets with less passion than your lover deserves. There's beauty in fragility, magic in the flaws of lovers. Seek not perfection, but savor in the one who has survived to love again. Taking the KingI could see the pain in the ink of his irises. Someone had hurt him, but he hid it well. He was a formidable opponent, the king to a queen. I wondered as I stared at him, if he knew what I knew? Kings always fell. In the game of chess, it was the ultimate win. In life, it was a tragedy of wills and desires. Matters of the heart dropped men to their knees. They would succumb defiantly or willingly. Would he fall? Or would I? I'd take my chances if it meant he'd be mine. And I always played to win.My TruthNeedy and yearning, I step back into the inky abyss that's determined to hold me hostage. There's no light in the depths of my future, no window for which to see through. My past is a letter I never earned, but hangs so heavily from my brittle neck. There's no salvation from mistakes still made. I fumble with my own truths...still. Lessons are hardest leaned when dealing with life's most precious organ. I walk this earth unclothed and exposed, partly by choice, mostly because my flesh is telling. It's soft curves and smooth edges, warm and responsive to perfect whispers and lies. The choices don't seem that far apart.What’s this talk of love you say?If I gave you my heart what would you do? It sits in wait behind a cage of bones that never seems to protect it, leaving it exposed to the emotions and whims of mortals. God's the keeper of my soul, but my time here is spent absorbing all of life's precious gifts. Like pearls I strand together. A collection of me. A collection of you. It's both love and loss, sharing and caring, giving and taking, wanting and waiting. It's a beautiful dance. A waltz of words and sweet nothings. It's white lace and lead papers. What's this talk of love you say? It's more than just a word. It's immeasurable pain and endless hope, longevity for the truly committed and passion for those unrestrained, wanton flesh that seeks to please and kisses that consume. Take not for granted that which is given, it's never assured.My Final KissWhere chances play out like haphazard dreams, I wait in the darkness for his weary soul. I tried like a strict vine to pull him towards the light of the sun, but the moon had already claimed his breath. How can love be so cruel to give him to me, only to let him perish without my final kiss goodnight. I savored every word like the wings of butterflies that pulled me from the heartache I cradled like an old friend. Broken and unmatched, we clung to each other like the last rib in life's awakening. Stitched together by circumstance and divinity, our souls found refuge in the imagined embrace that was as real as any I've known. If he couldn't hold on for me...for him, for us, who took refuge in his last breath? Where is the love he left for me? I will claim his light and make it mine, for there's no one who shined brighter in sadness, no one that sparkled more in the glimmer of despair. If he is no longer here, a piece of me will never be again. I promised I'd be okay, but I'm not sure of my promise, because the tears won't fade and my heart feels severed in the silence. Please give me something, my love. Never Fuck with the Queen!She's seductively cool, beautiful and rare. You can see the magic in the depth of her jeweled eyes and the yearning in the way she moves. She'll tease your senses until you succumb to her will,then steal your heart when you least expect it. Her kisses brand and her body claims. Her charms are endless and her passion unmatched. She wields with words that shatter men. Never fuck with the queen!Beauty’s DisguiseThey say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but beauty can be found in everything. There's beauty in brokenness, because wholeness is only a renewed breath away. There's beauty in scarceness, because abundance is what you make it, not what others perceive it to be. There's beauty in loss, because you realize what you need is bigger than what you had. Life is a beautiful tragedy played out internally and before the world to see. Don't hide in the shadow of failures, but live beautiful in the lessons. We are all flawed souls trying to find our way in this world...in life, in love, in friendship, in success, and in loss. Cling tightly to your desires, embrace your passion, and follow your dreams, but understand that what you want isn't always what you need. Life is too short to hide behind flimsy confidence and a damaged ego. You're only as beautiful as you think you are. Beauty isn't just skin deep, it's soul deep and determined by you!The Final GoodbyeThe jeweled cage you built for my protectionis no more than a prism of crystals, beautiful but deceiving. I'm drowning in deception, both yours and mine. An amorous tale, told in kisses and lies, whispered harshly in darkness and in light, both by day and by night. Tears and broken dreams are the featherbed of my waking hours.When did the chain I begged for fall gracelessly to the floor...dormant in loves death, molten and bare like my withered flesh. The promise of tomorrow is riddled with hurt, yesterday's, and an unknown future.Time is a smoldering balm on my soul, it trickles over me both warm and cold. I wait silently, biding the moments where solitude is more friend than foe, watching…waiting. Love is never lost, it's won in the battles we fight with ourselves, in faltering acceptance and unwavering denial. I will find my freedom when I remove the self-imposed shackles I wear like diamond studded bracelets. When I spread my clipped wings and find that...I can still fly.UnchainedChained in words, shacked in thought,I sit in the silence of my own prison. Redemption is a jester that dances before me, taunting and teasing, twisting the truth with lies. No story is ever told in invisible ink, but is penned in life's essence. The red fluid of my soul bleeds from the nib of a beautiful fountain pen,absorbed in the parchment of my past. Telling are the words that make up the riddles of love and loss: A long slow death of dreams once harnessed as truths, are now no more than brittle fantasy. When is it enough? When do you release yourself from the guilt and shame of no longer participating.The shell of flesh that covers me can no longer bear the burden Of darkness when it's the light that fuels my desires, my passions...my future. I don't fear the release. I've earned it.A Concealed KingI'm concealing a king in the tattered pocket of my burnt-out flesh, and he weeps for me and me for him. We know not of one another's intents. Each a mask of smiles and tears we hide behind as we dance out our dreams for each other, unsure, but aware, in awe and awed. I'm not a puppet, but my strings are still played. I let it happen - I want his charms. I want his ghosts. I want everything hidden and what's not. Birds fly and pant in honor of each shuddered breath, both his and mine. Hot licks of fire I devour and breathe back two-fold. Kiss me in the darkness and the light, when you're scared and when you're confident. The winds of assurance and a heavy heart are on the other side of doubt. Let me have you. Let me feel what it's like to know you're here and not always...everywhere. The locket that hangs loose from my heart is heavy with thoughts of you.UnfoldingCharmed by a devilishly calm wind, I follow the scent of yearning and solitude, like a ship adrift at sea. Bartering my heart to an unknown victor, an untried victim of loves whispered fate. Destiny is masked in fragile choices, but steeled in the rightness of warm heated kisses and unspoken words. Every waking sunrise brings me closer to me, closer to my reality. I'm cherished by many, but known to few. There's rightness in the mystery, beauty in the mastery of my chameleon colors. Just when I'm blue, I'm alive in vibrant hues that say more than words could ever express. Fear the unknown, taste the magic. It is not by chance you've been given preview to the beauty unfolding before you. The gift is in accepting your place in life's origami. What will I look like when you're done folding my heart? Will I resemble the girl I was, or the woman you want me to be? Either way, I'll still be me...just changedto reflect your desires and not just my own.The Crevasse BetweenI live in conscious awareness of life's imperfections. Where lovers weep in telltale songs of brokenness and longing. The crevasse between two hearts hangs in constant fragility between too much and too little. How do we dream in warm words, but fight to bring them forth? We see in others what we yearn to have, but the grasp to claim it is a sensual whisper in the darkness, unheard by the day’s light. Break for me, fold and mend for my sweet tongue, my heated flesh, my unmet sexuality and untamed love. There's no hiding, or savored tests to be had in an unheralded claim that's never mastered or met. No mortared decree to hold me in your forever, but I want you in mine. Where is my destiny if not in you? The cold lick of reality is a harsh whip when in loves chase, but here I wait...and wait.BereftBereft is the way of the weeping willow,covered in magics unharnessed beauty,swaying in loves passion. An unmet needthat never dies with false hope or words that never hold truth. How many years do I wear the mask of unhappiness onlyto prove my worth. I'm molded in need,more flesh, than blood, but my yearning remains unharnessed. Petals fold and fade,turn and brave the darkness as I seek the light. My claim is more than words andunspoken gestures you never see. Am I invisible? Can't you see? I'm theunwavering chalice, the holy grail you feed upon to sustain you. Have I not proven my love? My life's essence? Take what you want, but don't take for granted what's not forsaken. I'm a gift I give willingly, but not without loss of things that make me more me, more of the things I need to fulfill the deepest part of my soul. If not you...who?My ShadowThere's a shadow on my back and he laughs for me, cries for me. I'm his puppet. His muse. His lover. He sells me to the unworthy, the lowest bidders, and I walk that plank freely, with hopefulness and an unsure heart. Praying there's salvation in the open arms before me, that the warmth is genuine and real and that I'm worthy of their poison. The cackle of my demise is never heard above my desires, my hunger to see what was never there. What a fool am I to lay in wait while the spinning top of my spirit iscrushed, openly? I'm the only one who believes it isn't so. It can't be.I'm a feast to the whims of my captors, but they have finally taken more than I can give. I want to run, but I can't. There's no running from false love and claiming despair, they're the ghosts that always find me. My shadow is relentless in its pursuit of destruction, pulling my strings like a marionette, but I can no longer dance. I am not the warm flesh my creator intended, but the hollow wood of myimperfect flaws and poor choices. My heart feels heavy, lying deeper than my broken ribs will allow.My breath grows softer every day, my pulse thickened by defeat. I feel numb. There's nothing left to give, nothing left of me to yearn for. I have become my shadow...and she has become me.Loves DemiseFulfilling are the empty words we sell in passions big parade. In swollen heart beats and swollen flesh. Where love is the unrequited dream that's always out of reach, unrealistic and whispered but never heard. But the band plays on despite the tears. How many promises do we have to give? Is it a numbers game? When is the grass no longer greener and the invisible fence not worth jumping? Who is enough? Why do we hang our hopes on the unworthy, the sullied and broken? Flowers bloom in the sun, not the darkness. Yet we sell our happiness for false hope. Love isn't lonely. Love isn't silent. Love isn't empty words or games we play with worried hearts. It's not promises never met. The bed of our making is always one we choose, we just hide behind the lie that it's not. There's no freedom in cold sheets. TakenI sit in the silence, a lamb of will and beauty. I see everything but can't find the words. The pulse of my life is stitched in moments of grace and wonder. Unbound by the conventions of what was and what will be. The blue river flows red with my desires. I yearn for everything, wanton and needy. A simple kiss. A well-played touchand I'm drawn into the web of lies - mine and yours. It's a matter of souls. A methodical dance to consummate or consume? I canfeel your heartbeat, the heat of your words begging me to relent...so I doA Strangers AdorationThe love of a stranger is seen inchants of syllables and lyrics. The beauty is unknown, unseen. The perfection of sensual wordsseems still, but causes a wake and stirring in the depths of me. He's a riddle, a friend, an anomalyof what's possible. The darkness of his light is perfection. I adore the shine. He's more than me, morethan himself, he's more than he knows...he's more.Sustaining an AngelI think in color, but live in various shades of gray. Where dreams collide with reality. The masks are painted on to reflect what I want to feel, but I'm numb. My confidence is a caricature of someoneelse, someone I used to know. My wings are secured by false strings, puppeting me in jest. I'm a woman broken by the whims of a faulty kaleidoscope. The colors blend into laughter because it's all I can do now. I marvel in the insanity, dance in insecurity. I'm not broken, just a little cracked. The glue of love and friendship are the words that feed my soul. I'm hungry, but starving all the same. There's no sustaining an angel when she's about to take flight. Only I can set myself free.Embracing MeThe burdens I carry are my own creation. The twisting tidesI maneuver are all matters of heart and head. The will's I wield aren't freeand cut both ways. Assuredness and indecision fight for their place within me. I'm a beautiful juxtaposition of desireand need. The path I carve is deepwith yearning for what was and what willbe. The unseen filters of my wants and needs are hidden, behind unwanted insecurities I manifest in ghostly fashion. My confidence is a cooling heartbeat that never needed music before, but now seeks meaning. My spirit is the melodythat breeds in laws of righteousness. Right or wrong, the silence of indecision is finding me. So, I wait and watch with wide-eyed wonder at the woman before me.She's alluring even to me. She shares my reflection, my eyes and smile...Sweet SeductionThe savory sound of his words,simmered like molten seduction deep in my belly, hot with fear but magnetized by my want of him. He wasn't my peer, my friend, or lover, he was more. So much of my mind, my heart and soul. His heat resonated deeper. The distance between us echoed out like the songs of sparrows, sonnets of desire. I was a little bit more than the bargain, but the embrace was true. Touches were deeper than the shallows, but bigger than waves of lapping lust. He was sweet seduction and I was so hungry that nothing could stop my need to devour him. Who was this man who meant nothing, but became so vested in my thoughts and whims? My kiss was never revealed,but he knew it was as real as any. I was more. This was more. No distance rang truer in the darkness than was ours to claim.UnburdenedThe wilted flesh of love and loss, breathes and blossoms in awareness. Gray, lay the ashes of riddled fiction, hidden in truth and silence. My story is my own, but not so much. My blood seeps openly, running beneath the spotlight of my past. My brokenness is a lie I can't be sold. Words crash over the hardened bones of my self-worth. I no longer believe in the fairytales of old. The page-turning disasters bought with copper coins. Beauty doesn't lay in wait, but claims the righteous few, the deserving. Soulful need feeds my truth. The tiniest of chances taken on unsure feet, seem to offer a glimmer of something that resembles blind beauty, and forgotten pride. My palms are up, and I'm kneeling in subservience to one...me. I'm the crimson king. I'm the taken queen of fantastical dreams. I'm the serpent of seduction. I'm the creator of fantasy. My story is mine to tell, mine to narrate in perfect sugar-laden prose, tangible and true. I'll draw you in with words, but keep you bathed in something altogether different.I'm tattered silk to an untamed soul, Both mediums will tantalize you, claim you, and draw you into loves lair. The dare is in your worth, I'm sure of my own. Taunts and CriesMy darkest desires are murky and alivein the deep end of my dreams. The crimson heat of my passion burns my soul in harsh licks that are supposed to tantalizeme, but leave me yearning in a wake ofunmet need. Find me mourning. Find mesearching to claim my lover’s pearls. Themasculine iridescence glimmers and teaseslike a myth before me, taunting my will. I'm weak to the words, weak to the promises,but savor them regardless. I'm not herefor forever’s, but I'll hear your cries totie me down. There's no story that can'tbe told to eager wanton minds. But the offers are buried beneath a wolfs smile. The sheep in me won't cower, becauseI want you to devour me. I want you to consume me. I probably want you more than you want me, but I was neveryours to take, you were mine. I'm coming for you.Earthbound It's loud inside my head, big reds, even bigger blues. I'm not sure what the colors mean. Are they me? Are they you? I'm a fallen dove, cocooned in silence. Soaring seems pointless when whatI seek is solid. The syllables are strands I need to feel sure, but theywill remain ghostly, until uttered by me. No mirage of lust or magic can be used to pull me into the air. So, I wait. The charred nest of my desire is more seeker of truth than even me. I'm imperfect perfection, passionate and true. What I want isn't in the clouds...it's in you. Be the wind that whispers, andthe feeder of my soul. Be more than the breeder of hope, beauthentic and real. There's still time to fly in my love, but for now, earthbound is my preservation.The Take DownI'm heartache and desire. A confection of dreams. My thoughts are never random, but wax andwane in the reality of both me's. The one you see, and the one you don't. The truth lies hidden behind the swirls of amber and hazel that shelter my spirit. Can you hold me unburdened? Can you accept me without hindering my soul? The gold chains that once tethered me were cut for my benefit, by me and for me. I'm searching for the unknown, but there's a glimmer of beautiful in everything...in everyone. There's a cast of characters. The ghosts of my past and those I yearn for. The weeping willows cry for my peace, but the wind carries me further along the path. It's unknown, but I'm the queen of the checkered board I wield. Winning isn't everything, but playing for keeps is a flimsy tale hidden in smiles. Not just yours, but mine. Pawns are captured, they fall and they serve, but so does the wanton woman of the realm. All hail the queen!Casting SpellsDestiny is clouded in hues of forgotten suns,in the twilight of dreams I can't recall, but take shape in the recesses of my mind. Words are bent to steal more than a smile, but my heart is sheltered behind memoriesthat speak louder than my desire to relent. I'm a prayer and prey. The want you believe in, the one you crave and touch with sure handsand a wickedly beautiful mouth. I'm the one you had to have, but know you'll concede to watch bleed when there's nothing left to get. I'm more yours than you think. You chose this...me. My eyes cast spells that claimed something in you. You had to know. You savored the probabilities I'd be more. What you knew would only be gained by stroking my soul. Consider me sated. I followed your star. Cast your gilded words, but know I'm no beautiful mirage. I'm flesh and bone,a different version of you. The likeness can't be missed. We're more than two. ................
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