The beauty of the beast.👥

BDIAM

Some have called me mother.

Others have called me healer.

But you, I wish would call me lover.

I am usually drawn to that which doesn’t want to be claimed.

That which indulges in uncertainties and foreign mysteries.

I am drawn to he who hides away behind walls that never come down.

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Walls that even the great walls of China would envy.

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These walls don’t shudder, neither does he stutter when he rejects me over and over again, mostly without saying as much as a word. It’s in the way he moves… Fortunately, it’s not just me he declines but all else.

Every and anyone who tries to get too close.

If I didn’t know better, I’d think that you were mad but no sweet one; you are everything but mad. Plain genius in waiting.

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As i sit back, fully placing all my weight on this crooked chair, just so…

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