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sometimes, I'm an angel.
yet most of the time,
i'm a LITTLE DEVIL.
me, the story teller,
writes, and tells, the story inside, and outside of me.
whenever you've noticed, or skipped through,
the disguise beneath your sight,
and that's where the stories begin.
that's where the invisibility becomes enlightening,
and faraway, the intensity of your imaginary.
a grid of darkness, a sip of light.
that's where the little devil finds her way to touch the angel.
where the little angel beholds the pale shadow of the other world.
eventually, a blend of brightness, and a bit of dimness.
half and half. a racemic mixture.
so as the little devil sees the world.
as the little devil will grow.
until the little devil finds her angel.
until it is not, any more, a different world.
and i will silently, silently,
holding my dream. while i'm dreaming.
yet most of the time,
i'm a LITTLE DEVIL.
me, the story teller,
writes, and tells, the story inside, and outside of me.
whenever you've noticed, or skipped through,
the disguise beneath your sight,
and that's where the stories begin.
that's where the invisibility becomes enlightening,
and faraway, the intensity of your imaginary.
a grid of darkness, a sip of light.
that's where the little devil finds her way to touch the angel.
where the little angel beholds the pale shadow of the other world.
eventually, a blend of brightness, and a bit of dimness.
half and half. a racemic mixture.
so as the little devil sees the world.
as the little devil will grow.
until the little devil finds her angel.
until it is not, any more, a different world.
and i will silently, silently,
holding my dream. while i'm dreaming.
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