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connection
when sought
alludes

when fought
recoils

with the glee
demons lurk
wearing masks
of newborn desires

blurry to me
am i

school
fantasy
sleep
sex
love
connection

okay
seeing the me of yestertocks
ingesting the bold roads

searching for the who knows of my story

does my always walk about?

i faintly hear some guilt shout

be present
allow yourself those eyes

freedom claws at me
guilt beguiles the dancer
of spirit
of past

this is me
doing the new steps
trying to hold onto the old

ping ponging around
the duality strengthens
my song dies
my song begins

all
in
me

all
in
the mights, the haves, the pauses, the glares, the grins, the finallies...

all
the tranquil suffocation of fear,
the melding of the two to seek the one...

all

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