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May 2014
Body flutters, fingers tremble, synapses fire.
Thoughts transcending through the ether.
All eyes opened all at once, to witness,
The coming of my own completion.

She whom I have locked away in darkness,
She whom I have protected from this world,
She whom I have nurtured since a child,
She whom I now need to become.

I walk through fire, without getting burned.
I create for myself, what I have earned.
I am your perfection, your reflection.
and I am now the keeper of this life.
tesawor
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tesawor
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