Awoken birds.
Synthetic sky unzips.
Naked curve of beauty
Adorned with dew;
Icy chill bites my cheek
And all is still.
Welcome to the theatrical, the philosophical, the scientific, the psychological...to the quirky, creative and bizarre. Welcome to a place where tense and sentence don't have to make sense. Welcome to a fusion, a figment, and a reality. Welcome to my world.
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