my soul is made of burnt matches and melted wax, the light of a full moon and the tears of a lonely child, a summer cloud, a midnight chant, and the tails of a leather whip.
it is the red of a thousand burning flames, and the invisible white of a single snowflake in a whirling blizzard. silver and twisted -- an intricate chain binding me to myself. a million worlds, and a single grain of sand. a single teardrop. one second. the perfect second, when all the world is exact, and as it should be.
the purr of a kitten, the coo of a mourning dove, and a lover's sigh echoing. daggers clashing, armor creaking, one woman screaming. a quiet whisper in the night, wordless soothing, wakefulness and watching.
love me for who i am.
love everyone for who they are and judge only when you are above judgement
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