"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again"
"EVEN AMIDST FIERCE FLAMES
THE GOLDEN LOTUS CAN BE PLANTED"
-Sylvia Plath
Light sleeper. Heavy dreamer. My prayers. An obscure head trip on acid. Love. Truth. Purges. Uncensored cleansing of my soul. Praising geniuses everywhere...
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