so I stop, dabble my thoughts,
your closer when afar emotions I wrought
wrining hands, my digits entwined
reality's closer when escape is not at hand
your stuffed, full and bested
i'm satiated, vengeful and tested
angry am I, sour are we
flying us birds, away, away angrily
flame engulfs, roaring readily
impeding our freedom of blue sagacity
waves turn to magma, erup-ting
time slithers slowly, disrupting
dimensions dissolve
melting and clinging
onto me, onto life
a suit entrapping
freedom I yell, but you protest
slovenly love, we've built this mess
a glimmering castle erect with expectations
unfulfilled desires daggers deeply in in in
to me, to you, to us?
We are spinning.
And spin we do
looking under and over you
I realize, breathing, believing
no more loving, can I do...
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