something moves freely
a muscle extending
A thought across the existence of the mind flexing it's power through out me
Something grows inside
A heat pretending
A will to something beyond the plate of food the world is offering
Something dissolves reality
A spell binding
A sense of direction a falling star in slow motion I'm following
Something turns and emerges
A new skin over me
A body which only listens to boldness and plans for overthrowing
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