Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Sequin.

Sequin.
Embellished.
Ornament.
Flying across the sea.
You your mind and me.
We are a canvas of high quality
The paint splatters.
The pain subsides.
The love comes from behind the sun.
The sky gives what we already won.
Sequin.
Embroidered.
Embryo.
Beginning.
Grow.
Rudimentary stage of anything.
We are the nature of what isn’t developed.
We have the foundation of what one can cherish.
We will never perish.
We will never fall.
You are my sequin, you are that stain that i can never wipe off.

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