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Jan 2015
Without a clear image of you in mind,

freedom to create you is mine.

But I won't make you into anything.

I will not commit the crime of giving you form.

I would never put a shell around your being,

for it's your raw substance I awe in.

Your formlessness is what I admire.

In this state you are any and everything to me

Possibly endless,
you are an endless possibility.
MonkeyZazu
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MonkeyZazu
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