the beauty that we have inside is yet to be harnessed. it lies dormant, like no other beast we've yet seen. it hopes to be awakened from its slumber to one day make us immortal. it dreams of places unheard of in these parts and speaks in songs we wish we could remember. the sweet bliss that it creates in us is a single note in our song of life.
Reason for writing:
dreamt thousands of nights ago
Birth sign: Taurus
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