[INSERT HEAVY BREATHING HERE]
Beauty
A good story stays,
and a flapping butterfly…
I have scars
like pinpricks
in my sky.
Don’t you mean
stars…
The beauty of taking liquid
and making it into brick
you can eat…
If something looks flawless,
consider looking under the surface,
chipping away the paint…
You’ve got to appreciate the effort,
it takes to fly that fast…
You know what?
They work really hard on their fins,
and all we ever care about…
I know,
that you know,
that it’s not really,
how this works…
you know
even though theyre nosy little buggers
what with their repeat everything i tell them repeatedly all the time
long, sharp, and lovely,
a work of terror, beauty…
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