I am wise and gentle.
I own the sweetest heart and wear the kindest hands.
My hair is the Pacific ocean and my curves are the surrounding continents.
My high cheek bones represent clouds and the sky's, well when it rains it pours out of my optic nerve.
On my stomach lays Africa, and right up under it is the core where you can enter the world.
My cocoons are in my brain and they wait patiently to fly into the world through my teeth.
My seasons come and go monthly in order for me to , one day, plant a seed inside of me.
Summer is my favorite because my skin turns a golden brown like a roasted nutt.
I visit a far far place often in order to stay sane.
This place is dark, lonely, and on top of a ice glacier.
I'll climb for days to reach that peace but after a while I have to go back into space.
In space we don't breath and we like to turn each others worlds around.
I always play with neptune and when I hit my foot on the ice lands and now I can barely walk.
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