all that clogs my system would have been immovable.
Now,
I can see the peeping edges of every thing that I have taken inside me.
Those strands and mushes overpower the acid of my existence.
But your existence overpowers this mixture of things that turns into every meaningful, divine step--
to reach you,
and to be with you.
You are above me. |
These things mean less than what you are to me.
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