IvoryA Poem by Phoen-ixShe said, “you’re crazy; a raving lunatic who takes everything to heart and thinks too much.” To which he replied, “If you feel ashamed of yourself, I want you to plant seeds of good grace in the pit of your stomach and water it with passion. Let it grow; let it be seen till there are vines coming out of your ears, eyes and mouth. Wait till your blood thickens and your bones turn into concrete, because if you lack the very thing that makes you human, you might as well be stone. “
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