A snapshot of my giver of life
Here I cannot tell if its genuine or posed,
But one or the other this is ephemeral perfection
Ascending.
Confined to a golden frame
This hand, lit up against the commons
offers a crystal tray
This hand, lit up against the commons
Offers a crystal life
Supports a golden child
The skin is known
A canvas of ridged light
She is making sure you are always well. She smiles when you are happy, she cries, when you are crying.
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