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fingers meandering along soft curves hard planes jutting along the path create interest the land breathes softly in quickening pace drawing comfort which drives him, and unto me rushing ecstasy drawing on alkali lakes lips touch with electric power a fade to a hum then its gone, leaving only a trace on the pillow hands laced with tears born from regret. when i end this journey masked i start anew politely smiling at fabricated acceptance, to feel like we're deviant beyond reason No choices were made, except theirs engineer him as I once have been? not on your life, watch your own reflection turn drifting off into thoughts which

Having thoughts of the unexpected, lingering in dreams in the wake of him. The ideal wasnt enough, what am i finding, in a new venture for which i once neglected. I'm not meant to be dancing am I? In denial she lies barred into a cage of her own making, stopping him from being the him i know him to be. to ponder on love, what forms it injects me with. Peter Pan gliding over my cloud, he smiles way too much but could this be what im meant to feel? Should i break the chain of thought, and take a chance on something foreign? Could rooted judgments enfored by kin and kind, be the thing to stop me before I have spread my wings? What