Freeform

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My spirit is a freeform poet.
I flow where the wind blows,
as water to the wind surely
goes.

my soul is freeform poetry.
I Capitalize whatever I choose;
place Endings where I please.

at my core, I am a freeform
wanderer; sporadic, at random;
like planted kisses on a lover's
cheeks.

I align myself only to
Greatness to gauge my soul
awakening; my only navigation
tool.

my freeform path and defiant
soul run deep; like fanged teeth
dug deep into her neck;
there's penetration. but not by
the teeth.

I am a freeform spirit. I care not
for the plan. I am my own path
and the way. I'm just here for the
view. I'm just here passing through.