 hovering just above normal
just below sane we imagine a line but the edges are blurred like rain approaching infinity but never reaching the expectation and we imagine perfection but the results are varied not stained encroaching into our bliss a constructed ideal which we imagine exists but reality is lost without pain exfoliating our souls |
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