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I have a blue rose ring on my pinky finger
And a black lace ribbon wrapped around my middle finger
I look into the eyes of those who doubt
And I see their own destinies
Blue iris, black pupil,
sees all.
My god is a profound one,
Though doubtfully like yours.
We wait to reveal our gods to one another
in heavy conversation,
in heavy interractions...
but we'll never share a god.
Not one of us.
Those who don't understand,
won't.
We must give in to this
and move past it.
I stated the way my jewelery is placed on my fingers,
so that you can feel like you're a part of me for a moment.
If this simplicity doesn't place you in my mind,
I'm not sure what will.
The ultimate understanding is that we'll never know one another.
It is a fact.
It is okay.
We're not meant to share some of our parts.
We're not meant to share some of our lives.