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X.S.V.
Beyond the point,
I become indulged
with satisfaction
urging to exceed the
wanting of sensation.
To give too much,
to be too much,
to go beyond limits
that points at
un-attraction.
At this point, confusion
becomes infested with
regretful interactions,
rebelling against ones
attraction.
Love is not the perfect
seaming less connection
that two hands clasped
together become one
but some fingers missing
and others belonging
to another.
I become indulged
with satisfaction
urging to exceed the
wanting of sensation.
To give too much,
to be too much,
to go beyond limits
that points at
un-attraction.
At this point, confusion
becomes infested with
regretful interactions,
rebelling against ones
attraction.
Love is not the perfect
seaming less connection
that two hands clasped
together become one
but some fingers missing
and others belonging
to another.
Published 8th Dec 2014
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