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elionwyrThis isn't what I should be writing, either...and I feel like I should post all sorts of self-defense and explanation and feminist rantings about it....and it's definitely a first draft sort of thing, but...it won't leave me alone until I get it out, and at least it's more than 100 words, so...
Foam
I have no voice in your world.
I gave it up, willingly, as I did the safety of my world, as I gave up all things. Desperate for the chance to touch your life, I became what I thought would please you.
You scarcely noticed.
Only now, at the end, do I start to understand what separates us. For it's more than limbs and looks. Your world is unconsciously abrasive. Land is hard and sharp. Air fights to not be inhaled. Sunlight steals and burns. It takes a strength I don't possess to do more than walk across the surface.
Oh, my beloved, having touched you, I see everything more clearly.
You will continue. It's the reward for surviving the harshness of your life. You will continue, striving for things I don't fully understand. Your work and your soul stretches beyond the here and now, while the fantasy of me and mine rises and falls and is lost upon the shore.
The struggle of your world makes you forever.
The dreaming of mine makes me foam.
I have no voice in your world.
I gave it up, willingly, as I did the safety of my world, as I gave up all things. Desperate for the chance to touch your life, I became what I thought would please you.
You scarcely noticed.
Only now, at the end, do I start to understand what separates us. For it's more than limbs and looks. Your world is unconsciously abrasive. Land is hard and sharp. Air fights to not be inhaled. Sunlight steals and burns. It takes a strength I don't possess to do more than walk across the surface.
Oh, my beloved, having touched you, I see everything more clearly.
You will continue. It's the reward for surviving the harshness of your life. You will continue, striving for things I don't fully understand. Your work and your soul stretches beyond the here and now, while the fantasy of me and mine rises and falls and is lost upon the shore.
The struggle of your world makes you forever.
The dreaming of mine makes me foam.
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