Violet flowers are on my bed again
Breathing me in, my scent of innocent sin
Showing me no mercy, only love and truth
Washing over me with flashes of the new
My vessel begins to lift as I feel the space between the bed
Clouds of transformation engulf my breath
As I exhale, all that’s left
Bare
Transparent
Beautiful
My violet spirit soars with
My gold heart and
I
Am
Free
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