The Revolutionary
The revolutionary sleeps Her slumber awakens dreams not yet realized Rest will arm her for the battles those dreams will require her to fight
The revolutionary laughs Joy the first weapon in her arsenal Laughter a rallying cry to her comrades
The revolutionary breathes Drinks air with the slow ease of a connoisseur Unhurried as she revels in the rhythmic movement of her lungs
The revolutionary eats She feasts on beauty, consumes life with ravenous hunger An unashamed glutton
The revolutionary lives And so, the revolution continues.
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