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Fettered, I waltz in a trance, 

Girded by a vast, sere expanse.

The cerulean oasis smothers me,

As I yearn to be free.

Oh, for a deep kiss

Wait my parched lips.

Let me not be a princess 

Writhing in distress.

For I can chart my destiny

And seal my fate with the blood of mutiny.



P.C – FB Page of ‘Soul Craft’ for Day 7 Prompt

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