To Play God, 04/10/2019, 4:17 P.M.

A masterpiece, the flecks of paint speckling the ground below.

To play god, and hold them in my hands. To humanize him, and take flight with no wings.

I stare into each sculpted lake from the clouds, their sizes amassed by time and rain.

Just how deep are they?

My eyes stretch to their limits, strained but fixated, determined to discover their cores.

“Can you see the whole world inside of them?” She whispers, her hand resting on my cheek.

“Not when you blink,” I offer, her lips already pressing against mine.

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