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Little Miracles

we close a chapter at times, finding inconsistencies, consumed by an enchantment. what he would never do, come to locate, what he did, with a pair of souls longing for redemption. I see lizards inside, scaling skin, madness like an avalanche. it destroys perception. it distresses expectation. we lower at times, how we treat ourselves. it takes a second to love ourselves, a lifetime to heal ourselves, a problem to try harder. waiting to fall asleep, lulled into a trance, riches persuading conscienceness. tiny crests, partial clouds, by a cirrus to feel more. a person must give. we must receive. we nearly bell our intestines deafly.

I flicker like a blue flame, I take a deep drag, to loosen something so dear to balance. pains we subdue, as powerful souls, chances we take to lose our bearings. by the havoc in sockets, distress in plans, intentional to extract innocence. a lady in a miracle, in foggy relations, coming to rain in her horizon. a soul with passion, agitated deeply – by an acceptance into a smoky universe. I would die in carrying, it ate at me, in so much, I denied self its happiness.

days have been colors, bitter in parts, one is transformed into a person. if to look at a soul, decided to admit it to a person, unless evidence prevails – a person has been robbed – of lights, cameras and channels.

what we take is worse than what we give, one just carries it inside pockets. silence of lambs, slaughter so hectic, in private quarters, a soul haunts its habits. else one is aberrant, a person of pathologies, behavior is always reasoned with; unlike animals in wilderness, leopards in jungles, behavior is never contemplated.

into a last fantasy, aside a paradise, something operatic in nature. so much competition, we’re never without one, a person weighs intimacy.
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Submitted by on January 15, 2022

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