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Her Soul Deviant And Divine
More often, her soul widens farther than breaths of a moon... and through irreverent eyes, she saunters into the ledge of woods past time's curfew and nobility -- a wanton stroll by this sylph daring the commoness of old rules-- Twirling along pebbles and sand, kindling night's liniment glorious like the flared climb of dusk, her wildfire spews a wanton blaze ---- fearless like some insolent woman rising from mediocrity, burning oil while dragonflies sleep in a lull ; her navel radiant in the flickering, feathering night with such stubborn will...a maverick defying traditional anthems of her nun's school. Yet, this flared essence turns into warmth as she tenderly flushes my fears at night to hold the moon soft blue while her arms delight in classic tunes, cleansing my tears with hums of ardor...and wings spread on hope's ride divinely beaming with grace: Mother. Mama- light tenderly cuddles me; each sky, each ream of grass healing my rough, young adult soul...
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