Everything starts to make sense when you start to make sense of the sense within your common sense. What is that again ? Oh yea .. something we don’t have till we burn ...
Out ? or wild ?
I choose to burn
Wild
That’s right
Bright is I
Feeling light
this is my right
To align
Dignified
I am still in tact
This is protective fact
as I take flight within my
Ignite
StarDOMme
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