Trussed up in white whale bone,
hold in your sickness, gently now, stand tall
Don't look away.
About Me
Populace of Prisms
Resting in that prism; a population of magnificent reflections. Revealed in the diamond edges, ideas bounce from light. Contours are made home to ideas of crystal clarity when you hold your prism in the fullness of your hands.
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