Laying in state for far too long. I’ve had my eyes closed and my lips sealed with tincture.
My voice.
For a long time, the temperature rose and fell too quickly, too violently. I discovered the blueprint post-destruction. Though, I admit I had seen glimmers of this a while ago and ignored it.
Graduation was a spiteful entry. Absorption.
I became dehydrated and baked under the glaze of envy.
Fireworks ripped the restraints and broke up the mental chains of dystopia. For the first time in the history of our timeline, I chose myself.
Today, at this very moment, I sway my hands through clear blue water. I’m comforted by the sun.
My voice is heard, and honey truly heals.
To my cheese, my spicy cheese, thank you, forever and ever! I would never have woken up had you not found me.
An accurate flow, if ever I encountered one.
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