A flaw
A tear
A split
In the seam of reality
Torn by my tears
Split by my pain
Flawed by my fears
Reality is free again
Shall we slip amongst its layers
Can we find some dream inside
Will we?
Will we burn in its brilliance
And there to rest in each other
At last to a place a space to hide
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PoetryA collection of poetic writings regarding the experience of being.
