The desolation resonated within.
It trickled through my veins,
And descended across my bones.
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Eleutheromania
PoetryEleutheromania: an intense and irresistible desire for freedom. That's what I wanted. That's what I needed. It was just out of arms reach, though. I'd never get there.
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The desolation resonated within.
It trickled through my veins,
And descended across my bones.
