dance
in the fading
haze
of a moon-lit night.
she
is only so bold as the
sandals
on her feet.
however,
when she
calls
my name i am
compelled
to gravitate towards her.
she is my
blazing
oblivion, in an
endless
expanse of infinity
leading
to a land i'd rather
not
call familiar.
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