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Gone, wandering within the confines of
her mind, her heart, the concept of
happiness she held dear. Gone,
lost in the stillness, silence,
the dream needed to
survive. Gone.
She lingers in the shadows
In breathless anticipation
For the advent of a legend
Hues of consciousness
Possess her moonlit musings
As he starts his pilgrimage
To the bosom of immortality
🎨 Passionate Dreams | Henry Asencio