Singing The Rythm Of night
I sing the rhythm of the night. The possessions I own are shared with those I love, and theirs are also mine. I shan't be condemned by those against humanity, but with those who share my love and hope of art and recollection of word and heart, but not until they charge and construct boundaries that I shall break free from, and walk into the ocean toward them, under moonlit waters infested with uncontrollable emotions that one has not experienced until now, only due to the condemnation of the ones who once shared with me, and I with them.
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