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love or death.
Something repeated or new.
To go the road less traveled speaks of courage and drive.
For me, it has become less glamorous.
A necessity for sanity and fate.
Two sets of footprints but they only see yours.
It's ok for now.
The smoke in my hair, the buzz in my head.
We are floating on clouds not suited for stability.
You kiss my wet cheeks
And we race on.
For no one else but each other.
Fine Line That
...a necessity for sanity and fate... applies universally to the human state. Anything that precedes this line is true, totally existential bordering on surreal ~~A~~