of gold and
silver, she crawls through the dense forest
of her latest defeat,
she's on the run
and yesterday
forgets itself by default,
living is just
breathing in the moment and that's all
and his mind is
blind until it finds blessing
the curse of
seductive whispers
clinging to his ears,
drooping
like stubborn
fears, monsters of delight
and torture, she says
what a fortune to
have met you
a disguise, at
times all lies, at times too true
let me woo you,
let me come through, it's cold out there
his strength is
clenching invisible air
and he keeps at
it, as if it's real
a deal he stroke
with god years ago
pursues him,
makes him a slave
he says, I'm okay
he says, leave,
and let me be, you said what you said
and now leave me,
let me rest on her knees
on my guardian's
throne
he squeezes her
hands, he holds her tight,
a grip at night,
a sigh, a sudden urge to fly,
a voice of cozy
slumber softly singing
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she's on the run
seven creatures
from seven jungles
one hundred
different shapes and forms
all the cries and
shrieks and wonders
bewildering
storms, norms,
it's all worn
out, dismantled, restored, reborn
we were born of
our mothers and fathers
unknown, simple
flesh and bone, and now
we grow into our choices
or not?
it's an
existential knot
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