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It takes a gentle heart to properly nourish the brain.
Educated with a guess, carved her scholarly courage with flames.
Master of her own domain. Plenty camaraderies, servants unchained.
Escaping their surroundings were the true workings of age.
Drawbridge unlocked, boat docked in the moats of our imagination.
Kingdom run! Life's one and done for hope 'til we unlatch the nation.
Breath sputtering while I choke as she unmasks her fragrance.
Aces high when the heartland folds like a retracted statement.
Dreadful eyes sensitized, but we have fun more than not.
The doubters have all been told to run north and stop.
To untie the end of the map where the sun forms a plot.
Steadfast, a stone's throw away from this seeming so unorthodox.
Before you go, remember that angels use their own wings to fly.
Footsies forever, until the last dance watching toe-rings collide.
Memory shut out, new visions she witnessed sewing her eyes.
End of our fabricated days come when we know when we'll die.
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