As you descend into the depths of the distant mountains
My soul begins to disintegrate
Each piece in sync with your footsteps.
I try to make them reappear
But they only stick with the glue of your mind,body and soul.
You are my pillar
You are my shelter
I am yours but alas….you are not mine.
I stay true to myself and my style, and I am always pushing myself to be aware of that and be original.
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