Valencia
Valencia
Merriam told me about how in fishing, a safety net can rid of impurities.
I didn't tell her these were my insecurities.
That within each creature,
lie a heart, a soul, a mind- maybe.
A bone, a back, a spine- maybe.
I am a vessel, an offspring, a celebration of eternity.
A documentation of nothing but what is, and everything that will be.
So without my filtered state of mind,
I am the anti-Brita glass of water.
Full of chemicals and way less smarter.
But I'm pure, I'm rich, and I'm full of taste.
Brita never tasted that good anyway.
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