Friday, 22 September 2017

Finite

They say there's nothing more rare in the world than astatine, well the jokes on them, for there's nothing in the world more rare than me. Can't you see as I pose against the bridge truss, perfect leg poised ready for my close up? Can't you see as I lie on the sand, oblivious to the waves with one out stretched hand? Can't you tell from the way that I move and I shift, that I really am truly God's greatest gift?

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