Lead with your heart, you said and I took it literally like a manual like the good girl that I am.

I plunged forth against the warnings my heart like the red nose of Rudolph, shining bright into the darkest winds.

How they chapped and whipped the exposed skin, blued and grayed the young pink flesh. See how the world has worn her to a stub, the scar-bright flesh of her glaring in the moonlight?

As I fly, harnessed to this gift-laden sleigh with only the promise of your love-- the dutiful call to serve you-- pressing me on against all odds, against all better judgement this love doesn't exist this gift doesn't exist it is too perfect, too ugly too real, only ours to believe in.

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