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Aug 2022
I have this urge
to be colonized by bold ideas.

I have this need
to see the world through new eyes.

I have this wish
to be swept away by the rising tides.

It's the only way I know.

To rise above the grime
where the soul's been nesting.

To stitch and purify the wound
that's been festering.

To kickstart the pulse
of a heart that's been resting.

I have a need, of you.
Rococo
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