what striking grace surrounds me
twisting through the air
like the water that i breathe
what striking grace surrounds me
flowing through my veins
and pouring out my eyes
collects in pools
of deepest color
my real skin
only shows in the rain
(and falls when i dry)
twisting through the air
like the water that i breathe
what striking grace surrounds me
flowing through my veins
and pouring out my eyes
collects in pools
of deepest color
my real skin
only shows in the rain
(and falls when i dry)
posted by jacob_maag at 1:26 AM
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