ClarityA Poem by ImpossibleDo I have to?Your head - the wave and a pebble of sense tripped across the surface 'til it found center resting upon your gaze. Wax felt eyes enslaved by lesser words grew and grew onto the shore where tides brought forth the only truth.
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Added on April 29, 2016 Last Updated on April 29, 2016 Author
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