beautiful world

MyCreativeDigiArt πŸ“Έ✨ⁱ πŸ„― αΆœα΅’αΆœα΅’·π‚·πŒ·π

i am not humble and kind, at all, —
why do you think i ported my sky
on your eyes' translucent membrane
to force you to
(dream), (dream), (dream)…

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beautiful memories have the skill
to bandage up your soul's tegument,
enough to see the microscopic light
hidden ineptly at your mind's edge…
(i'm
one-of-a-kind beautiful
and
one-of-a-kind memory)
(macroscopically)

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can you filter through a rusty sieve
the best days out of a week…(‽)

(i'm curious to see the look on your smile
while you try doing it…), (doing
the effort to groove me in your sureness)

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fix your eyes on my eyes
captivated by your fantasies

(hmm, —
do you still cherish
what you see…)

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your diabolic mind created a journey, —
journey pushes someone else's thoughts
to some possible destinations for healing
the deceitful promises of tomorrow

to force you to
(wake up), (wake up), (wake up)
(in my beautiful world)

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the production line of me, as a dreamer,
personifies some others' spiritual growth

(contemplative),
you walk on my fictions' boulevard

you coexist with my thoughts that act
in some old and new understanding…

(as if somehow my visions shield you…)

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