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Rated: E · Poetry · Drama · #1775945
I don't really know. The stress of seeing the world through innocent creativity..??
I dropped Splendor like lightening splintered upon dry grass
And stooped quickly to stamp it out lest it should be set ablaze
And consume all I could see, for I was weary of standing amazed,
Desiring simple realization among the world’s lesser qualities.

But Splendor was not done with me, instead grew and fought
Until I was overtaken in the power of her convictions as she
Drew inside me, wrapping herself tightly around cords and life blood,
Setting her eternal abode in my eyes with a victorious smile.

What a damned mortal am I,
To remain forever in enduring wonder of all things.
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