Random is Another Word for MiracleA Poem by transentienceSelf-descriptive
You are the chaotic theory, happening before me, into me, completely through me. I absorb the slivers in your spectral gaze. You ran to find the pages lost in your story. I dumb down the lines between each heart-stopping play. You randomize acts to screen what's right from wrong, but I witness miracles in your facade.
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StatsAuthortransentienceBuena Park, CAAbout29. Writer, dreamer, musician, thinker, disabstractionist An empath who fights for what they believe in My mind is a blessing and a curse, but music keeps me balanced I tend to psychoanalyze .. more..Writing
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