A patchwork of uncertainty, lights that twinkle in and out
of sight.
Storytelling eyes, deep and penetrating.
Tears.
The simple highs from a curious glance, leave me shaken in the
dust.
On.
Off.
The paradigm forever in flight. To whom has it vowed an
un-captured vigor?
The birr. Moxie.
Clock ticks forward. Fast.
Where will be a place to rest my head?
The raw, true, closing curtains in the night. Do you
recognize, even me?
Catching drift on a feather swaying to and fro. Is this the
only time you’ll know?
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