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The bell rings ding dang, a distinct rhythm of my heart
Exhilarated in astonishing flaps of butterfly whispers.
The path ahead beautifully curves its neck, and in my cart
Of remembrances I caress my untamed soul’s whistles:
I am resounding iron, blazed in tongues of unavoidable fire.
I am wild beast, unstoppable on its unflinching trail of desire.

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