behold. bare ballyhoo hills, golden daffoldils, a cloud of bees afloat.
a lady in the abyss, laid bare in the shade.
shadows crush the shining sky.
and all at once.
hear this tale writ of her.
a machine. unforgiving. sleeping.
unreachable, unreal.
chains glisten, burn.
scorching whirling passionately.
has not felt free.
i burn. i
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