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Laying trainqually
Eyes fixed upon her memoirs
Intensly drawn to the piece
She submits her words
No sense of difficulty
Eagerly transitioning line by line
No intent on waisting time
Beauty often rests reticent
Only omitting here or there
For what is seen when gazing upon her
Serene yet potent
What is she supressing
Does she lay somber
Or slumber frail
It is only to be seen
Dark in appearance
Sheltered by a spirit
Stripes hide this figure
Distracting us from truly viewing
Total realization is obscure
No longer enchanted with self expression
Her body exhibits motionless conduct now
Mysterious seems to be her game
This is one who shall not be tamed
Eyes set with ambiguous purpose
Distracting and misleading
She remains composed
She remains enticing
She remains a figure
Struggle weighs...
As much as the battle itself
Or as loose as the grip
That holds the fight together
Struggle is...
A conflict between two sides
A situation of slipping out of control
Losing the ability to hang on
Struggle smells like...
A rotten pile of garbage
The strange eroma of vomit
Struggle tastes like...
Empty stomache acid
Toxic air
Struggle...
Is one big headache
Is stress at its finest
Sucks the life out of you
There sits a fire, a flame
Eluminating surrounding life
So bold yet elegant
A tendency to reach out and
Spread itself among boardering trees of old
It can provide heat, warm oneself up
But it can also
Melt them down
Currently the flame awaits transition
As in turn it will move along
Winds pass and stay
Just one breeze can influence it's direction
For this flame has caught wind
Now it spreads across opportunity
Taking its intensity to a fresh scene
This flame embodies another stage now
It no longer sits
The flame ignites once more
