Exfoliate me.

Cast off the diseased cocoon

I could never remove on my own

     Lightly down...

We will witness

The rawness.


A pure perspective of soul.

Touch me to find

Where my ache is reflexive

To healing hands.

     Finally found...

Anything is possible

With the right synchrony.

And Love can be as easy as

Being born:

We've been impregnated

With color.

A rainbow womb

Will form,


In one another.

     Melting harmonies intertwined

     Proving nothing is random.

At its most pristine

It will flow like common sense.

No longer twisted up

In popularized mystifications.

Ladles of silence

Will pour over

Needless noise

And we will rejoice...

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