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ancient desires

I carry ancient stories with me everywhere I go

In each movement, each song I learn

They find me before I even realize

I am searching



Lines of poetry

Legs with power

Sun kissed and moonlit

Ancient desires

A vessel for repossession

A buoy for faith

They never wanted to leave

They were never meant to disobey

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