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My soul is floating in a suspended stillness of false life. My body, a shield, fighting endlessly to hide from grainy air and dirty love that beats upon my flesh trying to reach my soul.
Tired of confinement, my claustrophobic soul searches, endlessly for a door, a secret passageway out of its small shell.
Weary from its worldly beating, my body finds you. You, like a gentle breeze in the stale heat. My soul painfully breaks its way through my soar and tender heart, finding its way out of its cage.
She engulfs my body and stretches her beautiful arms and legs. Facing you, in all her beauty, innocents and vulnerability she stretches out her hand to you.
You turn your back on that blinding light my soul extracts, not able to focus clearly on it.
In confusion and misunderstood pain, my soul retreats back through the scared pathway it had once escaped from, not stopping to heal my broken, bleeding heart.
Tired of confinement, my claustrophobic soul searches, endlessly for a door, a secret passageway out of its small shell.
Weary from its worldly beating, my body finds you. You, like a gentle breeze in the stale heat. My soul painfully breaks its way through my soar and tender heart, finding its way out of its cage.
She engulfs my body and stretches her beautiful arms and legs. Facing you, in all her beauty, innocents and vulnerability she stretches out her hand to you.
You turn your back on that blinding light my soul extracts, not able to focus clearly on it.
In confusion and misunderstood pain, my soul retreats back through the scared pathway it had once escaped from, not stopping to heal my broken, bleeding heart.