Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most. - Janine Andrews

snake self

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i come bringing with me the heart of the forest the sun is in my eyes i know you want to be next to greatness but what great is neither the story in which you find me but rather in the moment you lose me for i am neither there nor far away in your ups and downs riding the snake like waves of this rippling trip winding our ways up the long ladder secret stairway snakes and upward it takes the mind all the further the silver disk breaks and by turbulent dissension

© CuldeSac


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