slow moving light her tread benigh
hovering slight and not too high
slow ascent, grace imbodiment
footsteps ascending slowly, gently, like a whisper.
wilderness locks flowing forever so.
impenetrable eyes rebound the gaze.
she's walking towards her own, the stone throne.
The queen of immortal birth.
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who who? where where?
I exist. You exist. hence, by the principle of mathematical induction, she exists. all I know, yet.
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