I remember who I used to be.
And Passion swells again.
I taste art.
I smell form.
I touch sound.
I see beauty again.
Passion swells again
And the line is drawn.
Last steps up and out.
Last stumbles forward.
Last reach for the next completeness.
At last my heart moves again.
She.
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