I have always....
walked as one
talked as some
created as a million and one
I have always...
imagined so real and realised the not yet real
dreamt in colour crayons dipped in vivid ink stains
about death, destruction, murders laced with loving and living to belong
I have always...
believed all of this here on earth, frayed and fragile
sprout unexpected desert flowers perfumed with aromas strong and free and true
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