gypsy

she lives within, like a

faraway dream,

a wild raging river,

running dangerously out

of control,

a dark, passionate gypsy,

who can never be tamed,

flying like the wind,

disappearing with the evening

sun;

she is everything,

she is nothing,

she is here,

she is gone;

you fight with every ounce

of strength you possess,

you run as fast and as far

as you possibly can,

you hold out for as long

as time allows,

you sell yourself to the

highest bidder,

pretending it doesn’t matter,

telling yourself it is

just another one,

that it will pass like all the rest,

but it is not enough,

you find yourself

wanting more,

she has you for the taking;

and you wonder what shelter

exist for this,

what refuge is left,

what cure.

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