it's only my soul.
it's only the language of my ancestors. it's my humble expression of vanity.
5.09.2010
mosaics
stringing words
of hypocrisy like glass beads on thread.
snap and fall
shatter on the ground,
manifesting
into a mosaic of colors
i will find beauty in this
and walk barefoot
across a masterpiece
created by you
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