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.:Too Close:.
inside my mind’s eye
appearing real as flesh
tasting as sweetened blood
she enters, comes so close
perhaps too close
unlike her I am a favored apparition
this as I walk through walls of recall
old thoughts becoming so familiar
they creep around and
within my solitude
these thoughts
jarring my mind; awakening or
are they attempting to put me to sleep?
we creep together
and I cannot tell the difference
I’ve become shaken; my blood
running hot, then cold
running, it courses through out my body
it's a vividly beaten path as I construct
the math, I’m calculating
how many more ways
how many more days and
what bits of our unnatural presence
what part of it will keep us safe?
I’m pondering if
what could’ve been
should've been;
if only doubt hadn't pul
-led back the shades
turning our love into this
this twisted maze; a fruitless phase
gone on for too many days
too long…two wrong
while for sure
it's been
dead.
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