Big Bold,
Beautiful
Bright and Pale.
Back for more
of me.
Coming across the sea..
to me.
Father, gone.
I must face this alone.
Temptress returns…
illumining with darkness.
I see it all…
in me.
I turn to face,
no longer do I race
away towards destiny
trying to be free.
No,
I’m here.
not then
or there…
but here.
and I like it.
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