Slow melodic strides that take me where I want to go and intrigue onlookers as I glide casually through their midst. As cool as a winter breeze in the still of the night after an erroneous battle beneath the rage of the sun. Heads turn as minds begin to wonder and question the image of imperfection that vision has revealed. A glimpse of beauty that few have wished to behold, a treasure in the making, the quintessence of my soul.
My spirit was as free as its allowed to be while the heart remains possessed with no desire to be unleashed. Thoughts of fornication seeped in without notice while fantasy and reality became intertwined. Expressions from my soul that the mouth longs to utter, remain shackled to the memories that appear surreal
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