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Skeleton Of Perfection In Philosophy's Closet

Tell me I matter
then let me move on,
to a new place,
you know I need  
to evolve,

constantly,

sunshine blue
in my heart
where snow melts
on human warmth,

much like cruelty
on ice,

meaning at times
is a wink,

I will reach it,

I know
no other way.























































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Skeleton Of Perfection In Philosophy`s Closet

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