twirling, fighting, falling, dancing Soul wouldn’t know the difference Heart loved them all the same this girl would trust their tales told leading forth to choose most willing leaps — lunging sprawls portals of becoming, realization, self-discovery illusion born of madness wrought ever seeking dissolution; healing she’d overcome through rawest triumph demons slain, freedoms found her surrender rewarded in the end a great blessing of Spirit she’d only keep burning brighter
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