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Symbol
Her light fills up these walls
Scared, it hypnotizes
Swoops me up in a deep lull
Her eyes blister my bones
Shock and awe withstanding
I am caught in her grave pull
She is painter in my head
Gateway to elsewhere and now
Me, accursed translator
She is symbol for good hope.
Scared, it hypnotizes
Swoops me up in a deep lull
Her eyes blister my bones
Shock and awe withstanding
I am caught in her grave pull
She is painter in my head
Gateway to elsewhere and now
Me, accursed translator
She is symbol for good hope.
Published 1st Jul 2024
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1st Jul 2024 10:13pm
Is there a bad hope? I don't know. . .the word "good" tripped me up. I guess there is—false hope. In which true, or good, hope would indeed be applicable.
I love how you see through this girl seeing through you.
I love how you see through this girl seeing through you.
