beyond belief
Clouds bubble round horizon's glass rim,
The world spilleth over,
staining, 'The End."
and
bright animal eyes speak eons of truth,
but Trappist fur cloth,
deceive us, the youth
and
bodies curl up like petals and waves,
but souls cast in amber,
continue
to
play
M.
Sister, you speak with tides and crashes not words.
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