Emancipated
steady these feeble hands quivering like restless souls fastened by frigid shackles and awaken these stillborn glimmers of hope to run its course along the path of a new horizon, glowing while I remain, steadfast at the compass where love once roamed so freely, so eloquently I beg of you, set me free….
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Art….. is the footprint of inner essence – James Carver
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