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Where this is taking me, even if its a sign of peace, I come to recognize I am at its will.
The lavish of the flesh thrusting over the fold of my body, embracing the feel on the motion not known to me, who is this thrusting hold over me. Not the body I thought of once, but the one I once had before. The feel of shame comes to mind when I think of this weakness that has come to suppress me into the fiction of my own mind.

I am not alive, only dreaming is a fixation of time, lost in this underworld of being. I am the Bwiti women eating iboga awaiting my visions of life. To gain an insight of what we were meant to be. Not of what we have shamed our self's in to believing. Let alone this passing thought in which I have come to, let alone me who has come to change all you have ever known about this shell I call a person, let alone the world I once thought was all in tune to know and teach me well. Let alone me, this dwelling body, let it alone, your burning its light out for your satstifation.

To satisfy a pleasure built upon lies, not knowing what will come out of what I thought I knew. Still a child I am lost in the infatuation o lust, and heat.
Alive I am.