When He’s as Crazy Complex as Dante’s Purgatory

<When he’s as Crazy Complex as Dante’s Purgatory

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When He’s as Crazy Complex as Dante’s Purgatory

I am in the forest lost surrounded by intent and a type of truth resting by the stream.

My heart breathes in and out capturing the soul of him.

My body is tired from the magic of that eye contact

Looking up at the branches he’s there waiting and hiding.

Ravenous.

His thoughts are in despair from the game of life

Relinquish the control let go

Let me fall into the portal of

Saint Peter

Succumb

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