i honestly thought i was right. all right. all the time.
i played god. i was introspective and saw ...things.
i saw things inside, and these things were GOLD.
poor and perfect
with eyes like the sea after a storm.
and then i found no one is god. everyone is an island.
but on an island, the lone man is god. a golden god. bronzed.
and it would hurt, if
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