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Her eyes penetrate the velvety soft wind, That seems to stir something that at once seems
Both untouched and visible to her.
Thrashing the odds, Has she been destined into this calling Or is it the careless ambling of her own feet?
The far sighted vacancy That first attracts, then repels, Obscuring the correctly chosen distinction she needs.
A stance and stare, Set against having been considered unfortunate, Shadows the illumination that radiates around her.
A characterization of her persona Would
AmbiguousAmbiguousAmbiguous
Frigid Breeze. The Constant Chill. Funny, how It radiates from your body, In The Way I Once Thought Only Warmth Could Do.
The similarities Between the two of you… Could entice, Intense Laughter. Enough to produce a tear. In Either Case. Seems to be the Outcome.
Am I Searching Once More For what I thought I’d Found, Diving into the depths of My core. For the existence that just seems to run through my hands. Like the sands of time.
Bone shattering algorithm, I Want To Know What I Need
EuphoriaEuphoria. The current remedy They estimate, will defer delusions. A temporary escape from the realities of hell.Euphoria
Twenty five years Of emphasized exaggerations Four keys to two souls, Who rely, depend, want and need.
Wrangling upwards just to inhale, Disheartened, declined, deserted, Yet, Irate! I swagger, Pausing to hex the cackling nefarious hags Waiting for someone to explain The validity of the ruthless demons Who, left to be Both
Motherless and mother-to-be
I Screech, shriek, scream, and I scold. Wake up!
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