Mostly a name feels familiar like an overhang protecting from thunderstorms and like lightening mine shines brightly blinding visibility of who I really am into partly silent repeated again and again ad nauseum
A name by any other rose is thorny when mispronounced turning simple conversations into complex woven stories of origin lending to over and over pronunciations misunderstandings frustration and giving in to nicknames and talking about the exterior gloss rather than the patina of my soul
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