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you will arrive here someday looking for a clue or two a hint that i might miss you and suppose i do... what then? are you finally aware or still scared of your own shadow? so timorous, you turned a tease into a terror and a reason to never think of things outside your designated limitations. you needed. you need. else you would not be here looking for me and hoping, somehow, you are somewhat less intrigued somewhat less bereaved of the what ifs and what isses and the misreads... a blind man could see you not move a breath and dive into the depths of the coldest sea in your soul when i touch you your voice hiding hope of something unhoped for not in the plan the cyclone to pick you up from your perfect plot and mow down your picket fence and loose the horses. "...you can believe whatever you want to." and i do ... indeed. i see doors people need unlocked and i have a mighty ring of keys. ~’~ |