...I find myself wanting to be different
My heart settling back into its languorous pace, a scribbled paper prescription stuck fast to my face
But now I’m here, sipping the dew//Ambrosia-drink and treacle-stew//Buried in my eminent dole//All I ask is if you pass through//Share the strangest piece of you
"I saw the Angel in the marble, And I carved till I set him free." Every story has an impact, each tale matters
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