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a life reflected in my tear— feels like a whole ocean held in glass, _shattering_ as it dries across my cheek, breath breaking shallow, thoughts spilling faster than my lungs can keep. and just when I reach for life, it drags back— almost like smoke on a cigarette: each inhale a promise, each exhale a quiet theft. so time bites like an apple, sweet at first taste, but rotting me slowly down to the core. wait... I found the colour of prayer in the grass, my knees pressed low until the earth became an altar. to bend is to grow, to kneel is to root— but the more I chase what isn’t mine, the more pieces of myself scatter like loose change, spent out on illusions. so I pack away the versions of me— drawers filled with colours, some bruised like dusk, some bright as flame; stitched together, I am still made of light, even if the lamp inside me flickers. and by the lovely darkness— my contradiction, my just cathedral— know my soul will ignite in an instant, even if the tunnel stretches endless. because it is darkness itself that makes light _Undeniable_.
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Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 5:27 AM UTC
The Colour of Prayer
a life reflected in my tear— feels like a whole ocean held in glass, _shattering_ as it dries across my cheek, breath breaking shallow, thoughts spilling faster than my lungs can keep. and just when I reach for life, it drags back— almost like smoke on a cigarette: each inhale a promise, each exhale a quiet theft. so time bites like an apple, sweet at first taste, but rotting me slowly down to the core. wait... I found the colour of prayer in the grass, my knees pressed low until the earth became an altar. to bend is to grow, to kneel is to root— but the more I chase what isn’t mine, the more pieces of myself scatter like loose change, spent out on illusions. so I pack away the versions of me— drawers filled with colours, some bruised like dusk, some bright as flame; stitched together, I am still made of light, even if the lamp inside me flickers. and by the lovely darkness— my contradiction, my just cathedral— know my soul will ignite in an instant, even if the tunnel stretches endless. because it is darkness itself that makes light _Undeniable_.
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27/M/Zimbabwe
Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 5:27 AM UTC
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