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I don’t think I ever was an obsession for you, a raw desire than needed to be gratified, you did not seek to capture, conquer, tame. I am not the memory that is triggered by the sight of the white moon rising over the darkened forest, the scent of the night you inhale and need to own. You do not see the dancing spirits of my soul as they swirl in coloured streaks before your eyes, and although I’ll never doubt your full possession of my body, you do not see in me. It is easy to enslave the flesh, but he who enslaves the soul, is the one who owns you.