Shimmering dreams and lava oozing through pores.
She wasn’t in the world or of it
Sprinkled wings and centrifuge
Around her shimmered dreams like fire
Laughter breaking the surface
Like lava oozing through pores
The free woman
Feet on the ground
Freedom stretched to the universe boundaries.
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