***

Soft touch of my bare soles leaves the circles of destiny breaking calm surface of water.
I steel myself for the upcoming hurricane of emotions.
I uncover my soul on the altar of truth.
Slim chance of becoming a traitor of my own desire.
Propelling me to swim naked to the shore of my shameful weakness.

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