Bare flesh, a pale tone
in the moonlight, as she
wades in a sea of unattainable
desire.
Compassionate stars reflect
in her tears, as if to comfort
her ignited soul, as failure
feeds these raging flames within.
Centuries of nomadic spree,
fueled by her desperate quest for
knowledge, in a world of mysterious
silence, as she roams
through existence unable to
accept these secluded boundaries.
Stripped of security, she remains
imprisoned within ignorance
and tainted belief.
Morality is but an opinion and
nothing more . . .
planted by past
generations to ensure the avoidance
of corruption, as if immune to its
alluring temptations.
Swallowed by the endless womb
of eternity, as she hums to empathetic
stars in a tragic pitch of infinite thirst.


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