Pages made of stone.



Don't judge a book by its cover. I accepted myself for all I am. Chew through the pages made of stone. Find the detestable and critique the characters. I made peace with the non-fiction. No vision of perfection, but no polluted scene. My-ocardium, a deep forest green, my mind humming to doves in the wind. My ears admiring "Nights like this." My tears pour out like a waterfall for a boy a doesn't want me. 

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