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Your Love - or any thought
Containing you, thereof -
Mesmerizes, magnetizes,
The hungry ghosts inside of us.
Perception slip; a CD skip;
A fall into a big ball pit--
(The reasons I can't take a hit);
Leaves me leaving life;
Walking on the ice;
Using sugar spice,
Swallow my advice:
The little lies that we conceive,
The little girl-type fantasies,
Can make us buckle at the knees,
Discovering it's all diseased.
Are we dreaming? Third eye screaming.
I will myself to find us meeting.
Lock the door; the key, not needing.
The events preceding passion feeding.
Alas - it's passed.
Big girls learn real world lessons -
No beguiling oneself through an external essence.
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Oh I store my food like
The hummingbird
Living 'neath a hawks
Radial safety

I throw caution to the wind
But not without observing
The chances of survival
Should I take this opportunity...
Not without
the careful consideration
I've thrown humanly to the wind

I am not the United States
I am the mountains
We are all seasonal things.
I'm still shaking March from my shoulders.

— The End —