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Rebekah Webb Aug 24
Will you join me
On my new journey
Across the stars
And into the spaces
Where atoms grow?
I promise not
To take you too deep
As I run my hand
On the surface of my home
But you can visit
And drink the waters
Of nectar gods
And their
Bitter
Beautiful
Complexities
Like the shattered
Rainbow dust
Of mirror prisms
I'll hold your
Hand
And teach you
The magnificent
In the macabre
And how in its center
Grows a bloom
Of sparkling orange
Petals
Free from the blood
And the bone
And the darkness
You'll eat a bite
And taste
Serenity
Tranquility
Warmth
The purest form
Of love
Without true words
To describe
Only echoes
And shadows
Of the sweetsong
Juice
That nourishes us
All
May you find it in every
Cracked part of society
And use it like finger paint
To rewrite
The world

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