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Love, lust or a longing anytime I think of our possibilities, I pinch myself for fear this thing we have will never be real.
Attraction, attitude, or altitude how high will this thing rise before we realize we are a world class act in the relationship category.
Receiving, releasing, and reliving the dreams of love that are someday soon to come.
Opaque oracle is the ode of our meshing and kindred mixture of personalities that those on the outside could never see clearly.
Never knowing what the future holds is not a fear, but to know that something strange could cause you to never be able to truly hold me scares me more.