skys eternal

a pinch of frost awaits my touch,

as my palm strolls through each particle waves; i feel free as my arm caresses; i feel hazy
wondering if I’m free eternally or is this just me living meticulously?

a pinch of light grasps my sight, as my eye perceives my futures bright,

thoughtfully planning my freedom abroad the view conceives me more snd more.

compression feels my beats, oppression consumes each beat,

satisfaction inhaled by two, fulfillment equals eternally, true


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