A Silver Wet Sentiment

Here at the start of a silver wet sentiment aired, pure, like the sheen of morning dew on spider webs, caught and yet free to be the beauty, preying on the tortured who resonate with it, reciprocate, a weakened vibration of a natural inclination, love unwound, bound for an un-collapsible eternity, if ever there was one, one for me, one for you, one for all of us, littering the world with an unusualness that clings to the redesigned refined fabric of reality, there is no small price to pay, the value is in the way it is expressed, given, shared, lived, lifeā€¦


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