in this round world my chin is too long,
determination written backwords.lights from the past, that guide me.
speechless when the moon and the sea meet
there is an infinity pool in my heart,
the one that when you deep dive,
pieces of rainbow and chips flowt beneth the first layer.
the world never spins across my chin.
But sometimes my imperfect heart does.
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