I lay in the palms of your hand
slowly
melting away
How your warmth removed little bits off me
everyday
I lay willingly not threatened by logic
that i may lose my form or what made me
I was never one who conformed nor please
now I'm just an amazement
even tho I don't last in the presence of you
I don't last in the mist of you.
More shit as I dig into piles of papeer shit
bet your stake
My magical being
Be amaze of what life can be
when
what appears to hurt
cures....
what appears to sooth
poison
The world is a multi tempremental camelion.
Have fun.
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