I mean to say nicer things about me
in this weather of my dreams.
Shattered with pride in its glory.
I give the need deep in my heart.
Not a spec of dust on the canvas.
It emits sunshine,
a light from high above.
My curiosity has risen to the storm.
Tranquility running through my veins.
Waiting in the chaos,
petrified in the shadow.
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