Love?


To hold true with my spirit, but in my gut, i am driven insane. My feet wander to the boundaries of possible. I see now that the lighthouse was a myth. As long as my hands caress, i will never gaze at the stars. In the circle, there is only a bond. But I am not one, but three.

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