Filipendulous

You may be chipped, broken Thrown in a long forgotten drawer Tossed into the flowing tears of a forest Where no one can tell the unique which you unlock. Someone, in their autolatry, might drape you around their neck With a platinum chord, a frail string in disguise. The weight of you could break the bonds: Just see beyond the fake. Don’t let the dull appearance of your skin Define the reality by which you live. Marks and molds are the selcouth personality to hold and cherish, Divots and erosion express your divine reality. But you could be the key to anything Or that special clithridiate may not exist. The puzzle, whenever unlocked, decides. ere)