i become full of secrets.
i have a wandering eye, i am lustful, i am
full of spaces and in between
i guess, to put it simply, everything is grey grey grey
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this morning i am full of memories, i am indulging it what once was.
i have been all about senses. taste. smell. sight. sound.
touch? no - i wouldn't, couldn't!
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obstacles aside, downsides, again, aside
i
want
more
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it feels likes the bad choice
after reading through, and dissecting myself,
i always know where to go.
and i always get
there.
oh! drama! i thought i'd lost you, yet you were here all along!