The world is my Kiss to the darkness, my spirit and soul, my blood and body;
My Hope.
The world is my Son, my love and struggle;
My life.
The world is my ocean, my Island and the Light House;
My Rose.
The world is my veins and their blood cells—stars;
My only Chance.
The world is my eyes, my memory and your remembrance;
My wings.
The world is my garden, my flora and fauna;
My Kingdom.
The world is my harmony, book to decipher, whisper to hear;
My Paradise.
The world is my fire, melting heat and desire, appetite for survival;
My Hell.
The world is my will to die and will to be reborn;
My Purgatory.
The world is my breath grown inside, salvation in separation;
My Time.
The world is my light bulb thrown into space, my love to shine and illumination to live;
My Masterpiece.
The world is my walk into the night, my flight to save the light;
My Way.
The world is my myriad red, white, yellow, and black roses, shining in the abyss;
My House of Stars.
The world is my only Home and your only Hope.
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