Don’t take my fire:
the ancestral flame that sheds so much light on bloodshed that we all can see our feet-stain.
Don’t take my colors:
the ones I pulled from the rainbow and stitched to my bones, the ones learning to love their spectrum, their beginning, their infinity.
Don’t take my salt:
the sunken truth that rises from the dirty ocean and follows you like it still remembers how to be clean rain, like your sails and structures cannot stop its seep.
Here is the deal:
Don’t take words out of my mouth, and I won’t put words into yours.
rarasaur 
You don’t put words in people’s mouths. You put food in people’s mouths.
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♥️♥️♥️
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If we get to pick, I’d like cake please.
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Sorry, good sir. I’ve already got something planned for you.
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Sounds ominous?
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I am the Ominous Man.
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Oh man! I love this! Perfect pictures and tone.
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What if I’m hungry for words? No wait you’d leave them on a plate so I can feed myself.
ECHO ECHO
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Agreed!
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Beautifully said 🙂 in a world of writers getting stuck you inspire and create thought provoking meaning for others.
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