…and i love her

she moves quickly down the street, but she doesn’t miss much
she lives for her books, her music, strong coffee and art

inside her there is a wilderness
no mountain too high, no river too deep
she follows where spirit takes her

there is a duty, and things take time
but in the darkness…
forever,
mine

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