Imagination is chasing. There is magic here, undiscovered by me, I am sure. Living in beauty and not the depths and constraints; the death of imposition! I am for the light that marches, dances as I walk. In an arpeggiated air, the furthest from the humanity I see. You scar the face of purity. Your shadow obscures reflection, there is no place for innocence.
What is innocence to you?
Ordinary
11 years ago
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There is magic now, you do not recognise you have discovered. In this moment, you have released some shackles, and in the next, you will be free.
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