Dozing synapses slowing alertness.
Beauty is to the right and to the left.
Within closed doors, they exist.
In the outside, they flirt.
Everyday, I see them.
My neuron valleys reconnected.
Vast choices, speed the return.
I like what I see.
The self me speeds.
The conquest is there.
Conquistador gallops to the open.

 

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