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To open this box... I'd more than like to know What monsters it houses, what Mossy, overgrown flora it grows. Whether 'not it will Blast me with fair, cleansing light, like A sunrise through a painted window, or Plunge me Into dark waters And run my eyes o'er with Soaking ash and floating filament - It's my weakness, It calls me by a fond nickname, like A too good friend after too long, It knows me, Knows I can't displace the Imprints once they are etched In my head I have to uncover the rock the wrong way, I have to Lift it up towards me, brashly, impulsively, And risk The nervous snake Right into my chest That burning feeling, Crackling in my breastbone, Sets a flame and Sends me back yet again Scurrying into another lush, cool sanctuary Somewhere in these woods, my temple, In my center, In my core.
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Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 2:35 PM UTC
Deviance
To open this box... I'd more than like to know What monsters it houses, what Mossy, overgrown flora it grows. Whether 'not it will Blast me with fair, cleansing light, like A sunrise through a painted window, or Plunge me Into dark waters And run my eyes o'er with Soaking ash and floating filament - It's my weakness, It calls me by a fond nickname, like A too good friend after too long, It knows me, Knows I can't displace the Imprints once they are etched In my head I have to uncover the rock the wrong way, I have to Lift it up towards me, brashly, impulsively, And risk The nervous snake Right into my chest That burning feeling, Crackling in my breastbone, Sets a flame and Sends me back yet again Scurrying into another lush, cool sanctuary Somewhere in these woods, my temple, In my center, In my core.
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Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 2:35 PM UTC
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