I have beautiful times on my right hand now...after such a long while of cheating it, ignoring it, hating it. It's never perfect, but it's never wrong, it's always truthful. Time can't lie. It can't be longer or shorter, it can't go another way than it does on the axe from past to future.
I have many quarrels with different things. I am angry on memory, I am upset with happiness and I always hate that we are flesh and bones, heavy, dieing, limited by our shell.
It's been a long while since I imagined two seashells making love, back when the balance forgot my birth sign and failed to feel her left shoulder heavy with love. You see, my quarrel with memory, my quarrel with happiness and my quarrel with our flesh and bones...whom remember and speak and need to be remembered and need to be spoken to.
I have many quarrels with different things. I am angry on memory, I am upset with happiness and I always hate that we are flesh and bones, heavy, dieing, limited by our shell.
It's been a long while since I imagined two seashells making love, back when the balance forgot my birth sign and failed to feel her left shoulder heavy with love. You see, my quarrel with memory, my quarrel with happiness and my quarrel with our flesh and bones...whom remember and speak and need to be remembered and need to be spoken to.
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