I feel all the emotions of the world coursing through my veins, beautiful and tragic, sacred and profane.



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they called her mona lisa, she was staring at the snow.
white, beautiful, transient and cold.
some mysteries are better left on the shelf.
the searching means more than the finding.
so she remained mysterious,
and left behind glass.
something beautiful to look at
and wonder what she was looking at
while we were looking at her.