self
reflection
my heart knows no separation with life,
my mind enmeshed in its mirror image,
it’s all about my skin.
I wished it would be
a sheet of ice, when
I dunked my legs into boiling water.
I wish that the kiss on my lips
would be air sealed,
and a rainbow would shimmer
between my eyes and the rain.
it only counts what separates your skin from air
c:Nina K Orlovskaya 6/23/2012
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