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Hardcore bullheaded grown-ass Tomboy
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Oops, I intended to put more in here last night but was distracted, in any case... more of a free verse form I guess you call this one.
A Solitary Soul
A solitary soul... dancing-
illuminating the night.
Clean and clear-
glass ribbon-
too easily-
shattered and broken.
Being of fleeting light... splintered
cast cruelly into the dark.
Once shimmering-
dazzling glow-
now dying flame.
Fractured and mortal.
Ghostly marionette... stumbling
held fast to earthy plain.
Tangled puppet-
fitful and-
lurching struggles-
in its fleshy cage.
Melancholy spirit... ablaze-
semblance of liquid blue.
Luminescent heart-
the small faint soul-
flees and flits-
with the shifting wind.
Cutting across the sky... unbound-
severed bindings below-
one freed at last-
with the gentle-
forgiving-
rain of time.
It struggles-
no more.
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In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer. ~Albert Camus
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