Reality: Starring the Earth.
Differently,
Vividly,
I...
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Express, Convey, Show, Live, Laugh and Talk.
Where? Here, the crust; the facade
of its Massiveness.
That's what the core clads.
And its small,
customary.
But since mine,
soft,
delicate
and
intricate.
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Tailored existence to welcome emotions.
Lower bricks and walls.
Expected better.
Warmth.
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Hah. Delusional Much!? Weak?
Dreaming too big?
Flying too high?
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If so, where do I land?
On the unwelcoming crust;
unstable, unbreathable?
Trapped here. In this miserable existence.
In a wooden box, suffocated.
Intoxicated, tied.
Wounded.
Left.
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Let me breathe...
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