POETRY
FATED
The texture of you
Is like a that of a dragon
Armoured
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You smell like triumph and sound like balance
Wearing thoughts around your neck
So proudly
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Your proximity causes my quiver
On a scale of Great
And I can't deny I fear
Collapsing in your presence
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Like a Redwood
Stiff and
Graceless
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Yet somehow you give me peace
And comfort
Like that cozy white blanket
In that place I call home
And I feel your softness
Cocoon me
From your distance
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The Grecian vibe of you
Feels like before
And I missed you so
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But you don't know
You won't know
Its truth
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Until you're breathless
Weightless
In the space of my eyes
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Somehow, I feel
You fear me, too
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And its as senseless
As the sixth circle
As wax wings
As bee stings
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We've both had enough
Haven't we?
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But if not this time
The next will do
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Just know
I miss you
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The details
Are irrelevant
To our eight, for
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We design our own fates
We are patient
We can w8
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