To you, my existence
is an everyday occurrence
While hers is mystical
My text are thousands, erasable
And hers a few, repeatedly viewed messages
My smile a nobody's
And hers a goddess'
If you had a choice
You'd take her mollycoddled hands
But not that it matters
Take me for granted
And I'd still present myself
As one of your options
When there's none
Your sanctuary
When your paradise crumbles to dust
|21:05|May 4, 2016|
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