The anatomy of my soul is smoked in ashes with bold & if I try to extract the pure essence, then my whole will only hold the unwanted dark holes
You see the highs & the lows are the waves that splash & roar in rows in search of the very unknown in an open space that’s yet to be explored
So I keep healing my inner sores that are still bleeding the very core to steel breathing my mystical form so I steep soaring in the infinity zone
I am the free flow that see through my deep soul & then I tiptoe in my being mode to free me from my beast mode to seek peace & bring the sweet hope
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