In translucent hands
he reads a scripture belonging only to him,
and from memory, he'll rebuild his own illumination.
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 12:13 AM UTC
In translucent hands
he reads a scripture belonging only to him,
and from memory, he'll rebuild his own illumination.
I feel my bones growing! I feel the warm sun! I am finally satisfied with my own reflection!
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