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Plexus

The woman who lives in this house is lost

like myself

Her interests are endless yet her tastes are quite clear

like myself

Her heart is hung on many walls and it's really quite novel to see where her style meets her softness

Like Myself

She requires a means to an end, so as to extend or discover variety in her soul's theatre

Like Myself

It's a line
It's a box
It's a wheel

It's all three

A beautiful tree

Just like Me
Dawn_Siren
Written by Dawn_Siren
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Author's Note
The story is an old one. We all participate in the chatter and the mire. We all love sunrises and sunsets. But we transform when we choose to believe and trust in whatever our soul is creating for...
The story is an old one. We all participate in the chatter and the mire. We all love sunrises and sunsets. But we transform when we choose to believe and trust in whatever our soul is creating for us.
It's endless.
Just like you and me.
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