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My heart pulses in my chest, forcefully and painfully because of you and your gentle eyes. Only inches too far away and far too uncertain.
crescent
It was a crescent moon last night, and I thought of you. I thought of the Cheshire Cat coming down and giving me a wonderful, beautiful riddle to lead me to you. To lead me to what my dreams have shown, my dreams of absolute regret, my dreams that we were there, intertwined like vines who've grown together over time.
flirt
I flirt with the idea that the rest of my life will not be tied down, locked up. That one day I won't feel so clusterphobic in every sense.
maze
My confusion, my newest puzzle which has never been without consequence. My love and my hatred pretend to pretend to rival and argue. I miss these things I once had because of you.
maze
I go through this maze and I find myself alone once more, once and twice again. I find myself alone and pretending to be together once and twice again. How beautiful; how fun can this game of pretend become?
orbit
My sticky thoughts, orbit around your head, neusances I imagine like flies buzzing inside your ear.
collar
As my wrist grazed past your collar to caress your silk woven face, I knew this was perfect, but too soon forgot.
beehive
Beehive head, stinging and buzzing around are all of my regrets.
below
Below the illusions of sweet forever, there is nothing but remorse and a longing to be free.
crisp
Crisp, that newborn feeling you left off when you ran, leaving nothing but regret ant "what if?" behind. Leaving dreams and promises. Crisp is when you so freshly and smoothly disappeared with not one person as an audience except for me; the main character.
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