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Wistful memories of simpler times seem so far away
Less complicated days filed with innocent awe and wonder
wrangled into intricate tangles of sensitivities...
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My world is both expanding and shrinking simultaneously
I'm running to keep up with the world's spinning
Most the time it feels like I haven't left the beginning.
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My own despair, a listless tale; Rusty, rancor, vapid sail
Worlds of hope, yet lost within... Whisp of vapor, in thick of thin
Cold nights, long days, sworn in dismay; My soul bereft in pallor pale
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Yet, there is a light the refuses to extinguish, a strange hope and understanding, promising to lead me to who I am in you,
like a moth I dance wearily to the flicker of its tune.
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A strand of tangled hopes unravels its self a breath vaguely lighter the tiniest perception afforded a reprieve l look to the flame of my certain truth.
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For though my heart be stirred I shall not become faint, the intensity of your form carries my restraint, a mystery of your heart's delight, now seized but never quenched within that sight.
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You look upon all who called, upon the breath of life to fall;

Your gaze like the stars above the night,

those passing days within my sight.
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You were part of a constellation I never could figure out, a bigger picture
I could never make out, and our light was always a twilight. It's taken
Too long to tell if this sun was setting or rising, maybe it isn't surprising
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We both know all things are fleeting but we kept on meeting. The tightness
In our chest as hopes pulled tighter, but our love was always a passing thing
Like an eclipse or comet, mystical, magnificent, but not meant to last.