VarienceA Poem by CorsetRipples on my seamless sky reminds me that the Artist hands are hard at work father of the one that lies beside you misunderstood, maybe...inhale. We made these strings your clavier along side vulgarians, charmers and rippers of wardrobe, Lovers and dreamers, hopeful and hopeless... I will believe, because we are not all amazonian women, asexual and climbing... because of the fact that there is varience of the same species when there should be nothing but clones. I believe, I believe because of that small cloud of disbelief as all things have an opposite even orange; and I want to be able to admit when I am wrong... even about that thought that evil could never dwell in such a pretty place for such a very long time so, I will go on tugging at all the things that resist in me I will remove the ticking watch from my wrist because the acid of my mind will turn silver into green, and though green is such a kind and lovely color, it doen't become the color of my heart... which is still blue and beating... fiercely in the color of red.
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