TAMP: BONK!

Prismatic energy circulates around her like a dervish

She was a breath of fresh air relieving the stagnant

her colorful soul splashed my world impressionistic

Even with her spirit mortally wounded

I feel profoundly lonely after her departure.

As if my breath had been sucked from my lungs.

This entry was posted in Human.

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