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persistent thoughts, beasts that leave me tortured,

splattered red, prisoner in my own apple orchard,

i don't live here, a place where things truly are,

residence there, where possibility is never too far,

unfortunately, the possibilities remain just that,

great avoirdupois desired, but fear only allows flat,



time passes, realize age doesn't necessarily age like wine,

hopes slowly sink, even the possibilities begin to untwine,

now here i am, again conflicted thoughts,

feels wrong, experiencing moral blood clots,

yet the fantasy feels so good, feels so right for me,

the desire feels natural, internally or externally - thus only one remains free.