Chaotic

Chaotic within her own system
Sticking to the shadows her
Father’s surviving work of art
Personal but not about her at
The pace caprice demands amid
The trees bright patches of that
Moving bolt of skin she fills
The place with the fluid aura of
Her divine desire and capricious
Demands never just mountains
But the echo of forever

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memory documentation and manipulation
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