I still think about it sometimes
What you did-
You wrote about your identity by speaking of your beloved
The care you took to craft the descriptions
Blond Hair, Captivating Eyes, Grunge Aesthetic
It was masterful, that's what it was-
Before that, I hadn't read you often
It was a phenomenal thing
To see that slice of your spirit
Through the adoration of that man-
In your words you spoke of your dance
The rawness of passion you can inhabit
You expanded upon emotions, with purity of admission
The story you told proclaimed what inspires you
And it grabbed hold of your identity in such a powerful way
Demons are ephemeral, thankfully
But adoration and art is eternal
You understand that far better than I
And it is beautiful.
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