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Your life leaves ribbons of light by which my mind catches and begins the mainspring of our Soul as one - you are to me a universe that I see stars and nature (the sun in my eyes blinds me) with blindness I rage upon darkness only to repeat a revolution upon the Ouroboros snake. You wear sunlight as armor for love, yelling to flowers that sense unravels without love and thanking land spirits for everything that is natural- feeling the pedals first, feeling always first, only the dead confabulate the doing and undoings of a pressed kiss from love's archetypal phantoms behind reality. your eyes have a voice (i think), but I feel I love you greater than society and nothing on the sun is brighter than (i think) your smile with a flower over the skies of my head. I was fearless, my mind ate all the flowers in your garden but I did not touch you; I only left a poem given to me from an Angel whom has no trust in humanity, but entrusted me to touch you with the untranslatable language of my fearless obsession to communicate to you the tiredness of things that break under the weight of love and nothingness.
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Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 12:20 PM UTC
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Your life leaves ribbons of light by which my mind catches and begins the mainspring of our Soul as one - you are to me a universe that I see stars and nature (the sun in my eyes blinds me) with blindness I rage upon darkness only to repeat a revolution upon the Ouroboros snake. You wear sunlight as armor for love, yelling to flowers that sense unravels without love and thanking land spirits for everything that is natural- feeling the pedals first, feeling always first, only the dead confabulate the doing and undoings of a pressed kiss from love's archetypal phantoms behind reality. your eyes have a voice (i think), but I feel I love you greater than society and nothing on the sun is brighter than (i think) your smile with a flower over the skies of my head. I was fearless, my mind ate all the flowers in your garden but I did not touch you; I only left a poem given to me from an Angel whom has no trust in humanity, but entrusted me to touch you with the untranslatable language of my fearless obsession to communicate to you the tiredness of things that break under the weight of love and nothingness.
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Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 12:20 PM UTC
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