Overnight
& I continue w/ a fragmented posture.
I'm one-of-those
What-do-you-call-'em...
Angelic-harbingers-of-misapprehended-
Brilliance...
I take existence & turn it into
Consequence
& after all that... I whisper things like:
I am Aphrodite!
Poetry of Amber Rae
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