It had been a while since she was able to spew words out through the fine art of the letters. Much had happened disguised as nothing, where everything looked the same. The world had turned, celebrating another annual spin. She watched the rise and fall of a beast that once was so gentle. The transformation proved to hold ghastly consequences. She was struck by the overwhelming euphoria of her insatiable wanderlust. Taking her to states that no designer high could provide.
She stood below its' giant edifice, which stood out from within the forest of towers. Her creativity naturally came out as if she were a spider building her web of comfort. Allowing her to escape to a place called her own. She often rode her magic carpet of faith. With the hopes to divert her from any harm. The pillars stood tall to prevent her fall. Behind her eyes she held the ability to imagine the contents of what was to come her way. .
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