to be clear of the mud, the dirt, the negative smut, the dark bile of self-harm.
the poisonous half-dead insinuating itself into the now and strangling it. stillborn.
oh to live in that sunlit patch of eternal peace. to see the head of the untrue rising and soberly watch it slither away. like an Enlightened Knight on her white horse of noW.
TO PEACE MEN!
start again.
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