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Fleeting thoughts of the night. The transfusion of the intoxicating beats unraveled before me. How was this possible, how did I get to this state? Such freedom, where the enablement of the fierce transition became my savior, became my symbol, it became my flag. She was tired, energy though still lingered behind the sarcastic smile of yesterday. Her accomplice, her everlasting dream that she did not care to chase rambled on through life. Speechless in her character, she stared into depths I knew not existed. There was a time when I would be able to confront such power with confidence or merely maybe it was just vanity, but now it bore into me without any defenses. The strength was inherent, deep rooted in long lost stories only told through the primordial ways of storytelling. She was exactly who she wanted to be, that does not go to say holes did not exist but she understood that perfection was an unattainable goal. The night would not end until she allowed it too.
Posted on: Sun, 23 Mar 2014 11:21:28 +0000

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