#Random poem:

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opal elk
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  1. "
    My feet, suction cups on the floor,
    Filled of one's tears set wallow.
    His sorrow lifting my binding allure
    To an ocean of depth even fish can't follow.

I traverse said ocean, torward a painting,
Where my hands sinfully smudge it's lane.
My spirit waining, I'm going insane,
His divinty should be exemption from pain.

He then began lifting My helm,
Such expirence less then seldom.
Now our eyes are a realm, I can't hide from
But I wasn't "used to this... much bliss"

"Dont look, im hideous" The air now distant
And my lungs rapped in web.
Never suffocating, my truest constant,
But never leaving, I lay in his water. Our bed."

lilac fox
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Perfect imagery, you made a movie with this one my friend

opal elk
lilac fox
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What kind of story is it

opal elk
lilac fox
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Im always listening

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Up to you

opal elk
lilac fox
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Does the helmet make him feel trapped in some way

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obviously it would

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but do people treat him differently now?

opal elk
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I wrote a poem about it aswell

opal elk
lilac fox
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I see

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Does he have anyone close to him

opal elk
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And the mc

lilac fox
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Right

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the "he" makes sense now

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You did great ❤️ I'm always up for reading anything

opal elk
lilac fox
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Can you tag me

opal elk
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Ofc

opal elk
lilac fox
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I know

opal elk
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opal elk
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opal elk
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opal elk
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@onyx fractal

onyx fractal
opal elk
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And thank u 🙏