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[creekstersheart]

My throat opens to the swig of dark latte and I
am sure it should keep me from living too quietly
In this blinding makeshift tent of white I am the creator
This raw exquisiteness shrinks you down
Kneeling, squinting through this pinhole I strain
to convince lifelessness of life
My heart wraps boldly around this shutter and
proves this perfectionism protective
Illustrative. Eye-opening.
Here I strain to etch you to me
Mild deceit
This is what defines beauty