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The heavens of womanhood.

Revelations of my souls essence.

Emerging ashes saturated in a deliciously delicate black hole of grit.

You know, the usual.

And you?

Gazelle

Could I be a gazelle

Admiring the wind

Learning from her

Becoming the wind

Smelling the storm

Seeing the atoms of mist

As all gazelles do

Waiting

Waiting