In ourselves we are power. This outer shell embodies good
and evil love and hate. In all of our wisdom our wants our needs our desires
unbridled. Constrained. Held tightly fastened only by our thoughts our
decisions. We are capable of everything, what ravages our hearts and fuels our
fury lay dormant easily unearthed. Passion. Ardor. Curiosity. Driving the soul
to a certain madness. Capitulating a frenzied feeding of our senses claiming
insanity. In mere moments. With one choice.

With you. A profound clarity. Friendship. Compassion. Souls
entwined locked in goodness. In discovery she fears less. Demands more. Seeking
solace. Rejuvenation. She touches you. Your hands. Your face. Making sure you
are real. An angel unmasked. Injured. Two broken pieces. Joined. Unbound, her
fury unshelled. Joy permeates a battered self. She is found.
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