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Bound

Bound by the light stepping quietly into the ring of existence shrunken to no smaller than a dot apparent to no one Face calm, delicate fingers tapping her long and slender thigh movements subtle yet read with oblivion, reluctance truth setting nerves affray drip, drip, drip water slowly building lands of enchantment, seen by only the few, Truth etches great stories onto the mind dreamtime is no time, real time saturates her pores until oblivion is sought forgetting the original Truth that brought her here to the now.

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