Purity

she has a genuinely gentle soul,

fresh and clean,

innocent and angelic,

a rare find,

in a world of trash-talking,

self-promoting,

self-righteous,

hypocrisy;

like an ancient dream,

it haunts you,

waking you up

in the middle of the night,

transcending gender

or flesh,

thinking of the purity,

tasting the sweetness,

wondering about the

authenticity,

like a moth drawn

to the flickering flame,

unable to turn away,

fluttering closer and closer,

basking in the residual

glow.

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