Smokey bubbles-- Trapped behind glass

Filling up the murky water like spherical  clouds of the sea

Bursting in heaven as blissful flatulence

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Lightening my heart, bringing freedom to my womb

Scrawled across my walls

Graffiti inside my heart

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I pull this patience from my well in solitude

Homogenising the cultivated need within to better suit my needs

Breathe deeply and clear

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Resting wickedly -- Passing moments endeared

Acceptance as I pick up my chain...










...But there will always be time to dream, and it will never matter because time does not exist in my dreams
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