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There’s a warm air blowing through the windows,cobwebs tear free and drift away into the silver nightscapeof the realm of the full moon.
A boldness has infused in my step, in my veins a steady pulsingthat seeks pursuits borne of thrills and exhilarationat the sharp edge of a fatal divide.
The chess pieces have fallen, pieces of a torn photographlie amongst the shards of a bloodstained memorythat collapses into a permanent darkness.
Old fears have lost their power, at rest the guilt not mine to bear,the coat of self-protection floats away in muddy watersand my true self steadily rises in the dawn of my release...