15 thoughts on “Mood

  1. Somewhere a heart bleeds for eyes seen on a screen, a spirit so vibrant it’s forced to live in a bottomless well of indellible ink, a soul as triumphant as time and grace itself, in love with the thought of limitless passions and never ending, ever growing soul-mating . A soul arrogant for a fleeting minute at being outed by the face staring back from the other side of a bureau’s triple mirror, understanding reflection.

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