Did that thing just whisper something or is it just me?A Poem by Lucia...life deals in a multitude of currencies Beauty, compassion, knowledge... But not everyone takes your payment Not everyone understands your current And some of the things that glisten and gleam the brightest of ways by means of meager glitter and kitsch and display are condemned to the ever and desolate sway of their innards laid barren like slaves to dismay and here I am begging to be torn apart, scattered and torn like the strands of my heart that have built up the fibre of my existence responsible for this glamorous encasement So that I may reveal my... "It’s a matryoshka doll! You know, like those Russian nesting dolls? Ellen, come here, quick, look! It's pretty cute, isn't it?" Damn my crippling self awareness...
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