A rhinestone skein, a jeweled brocade of light—
the city is a garment stretched so thin
her neon colors bleed into the night
and everywhere bright seams, unraveling, ...
('The City Is a Garment' by Michael R. Burch)
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"It is fundamental to expect being unscathed from the wretched creatures that claw out of your skin when it is you that feels like the demon when you look upon the mirror".
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Every human heart gets bigger when it sees and feels the desperation of the wretched in a tragedy.
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I like to swing because it makes me feel like I'm flying with my wings stretched, even though I'm still planted to the ground like a tree who's home is always the same
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It takes a broken heart to see
Something meaningful in a wretched beauty.
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"Faith, inspired by love, born of the heart, thrives beyond the outstretched tentacles of substantiation-within such spirit lies eternity".
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Imaginations are auspicious and reality is so damned, why suffer in solitude when fun is so wretched
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