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#themandalaproject Sitting on the windowsill
She told me the moon
Will charge them tonight
With goddess prowess
Caressing fingers through
My hair, tickling my skin
As we lay in bed together
More like molestation
I admit with a whisper
I never wished for this
How darkness lurks in
How darkness lurks in perceivable beauty!
Where touch feels more like violation than intimacy.
The disillusioned cry: "I never wished for this."
Where something harmful is veiled as sacred-
it truly takes courage and strength to voice out unwanted realities.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver
It's pretty much insane how
It's pretty much insane how spot on you are...
peace, pot, tequila shot
Jesus loves us, stoned or not