Time went on and the creature grew stronger and more brazen and it reveled in the delicacies of its new life with sweet nothings being offered as ambrosia and subtle flirtations the drink of choice.
It danced on top of my racing heart, playing the drums on my nerve endings. It was vibrant and laughing and throwing butterflies out of its pockets all across the inner rooms of my soul.
Tradewinds rushed in but it only made it stronger, faster, wilder.
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