7 Year Itch

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Unfurl haunting the stitch.
Reality beginning to glitch.
As I make myself One with the Time.

Fastening the straps
to keep my heart intact.
As sense flows through body, soul and mind.

Movement gets better.
Attuned to the letter.
As I loosen the ties that once bind.

Sense the aroma.
Float into Pleroma
As the Roses only bloom in their Prime.

~Orris~

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Introverted Sage
Introverted Sage

Written by Introverted Sage

Finding my way with writing and poetry. Style: eclectic. Writing is healing. 💚Spread Love not hate💚 ▪️Support independent creators▪️ 🪶Love Yourself🪶

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