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A wandering soul looking to connect through creating stories.
Masha R. Angel
1 min read
I seek to connect with the divine,
yet all I find are mirrors of the mind.
Tetherd in a frame so fragile,
Allowing me to think more agile.
I think to craft a better life,
And so I conjure up a butcher knife.
To slash my eyes out of the mirror scraping-off reflective glass,
Until it resembles diamond ash.
Carve the weakness from my mortal mind,
And let the spirit wander blind.
For that seems ...
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