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RE: The image is made of own imagination and thoughts

in #art5 years ago

You my life. (Poem)

Taken from your hand the world is a better place.

Your body is my castle, the beginning and end of my dwelling.

You are my bubble, my navel and the only thing in the universe.

Delivered to you I can see the constellation from my mattress.

Your eyes are my impregnating blue light like the sky.

Your arms are the only thing that gives me life in my dying world.