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for i am a collector, seeker of beauty appeal drools out of the pockets of my mind death creates an entry to preserve, why must a take this chance for granted? for i am a collector, i take what i see, and reform its original refinement by nature itself a life form is only dead if one preserves it to be, taken to a frame, it creates a form of life on its own unable to move, unable to gaze, but able to be wondered and admired by others that is life, if it sparks a mind then surely it does so within itself
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Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 11:11 PM UTC
butterfly collector
for i am a collector, seeker of beauty appeal drools out of the pockets of my mind death creates an entry to preserve, why must a take this chance for granted? for i am a collector, i take what i see, and reform its original refinement by nature itself a life form is only dead if one preserves it to be, taken to a frame, it creates a form of life on its own unable to move, unable to gaze, but able to be wondered and admired by others that is life, if it sparks a mind then surely it does so within itself
when i took a trip and viewed the butterflies in the frames, i wondered the appeal and thought that went into preserving the dead, and framing it for many to see
#death#life#love#create#poem#forgotten#sad#believe#mind#nature
honeyjay
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honeyjay
18/Non-binary/los angeles
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 11:11 PM UTC
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