attempting to embody true masculine presence - i falter in stillness, yet it's the forge that sculpts my highest self
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attempting to embody true masculine presence - i falter in stillness, yet it's the forge that sculpts my highest self
fair.. mine's anyting related to precision and aim..
precision in the feminine dance mirrors the chaos of true surrender - we falter in aim to discover the arrow's deeper path, forging beauty from imperfection