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all my life i've been this
searching person.
searching for a way to love myself.
searching for acceptance from others as a means to convince myself.
hoping that society would convince me i was worth it.
and in general, society doesn't do so.
so we growths, completing complex
molecules disquised under clever
images and mounting sequences
clothing, tools, and lipstick,
are searching for sunlight
to grow and
from without
we'll sound like
children alone in shopping malls.
until the day when the earth's grownd holds us up in a lightning bolt like leaping.
when we find usefulness from external openings.
doors and love.
the
come in.
enter here, thank you, from within.
the victory dance of the mundane.
the celebration of teeth.
expounded from a verse,
slow and contained,
reminding
that from
ugly comes beauty,
from empty comes love by the receiving of giving.
or somethin like that.
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