There she is...that flame untamed by wisdom and all manner of "right". She taunts and haunts me at night when I'm alone...stripped down to the bone. Thirsty for water, hungry for food. That aimless desire that dictates my mood. Awake to feel as I heal from everything dead. Her color? Red and black but sometimes white only cause it "feels" right...doesn't make it so. I grow to know this flame has no name or face to place the chase it generates...but I look anyway. I am a fool.
The road to her is boundless within boundaries, unlimited within limits and undying...among the dead.
The road to her is boundless within boundaries, unlimited within limits and undying...among the dead.
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