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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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Next

When it rains inside my mind 

as it does sometimes

I think of you and the sun

shines its light inside me

and it's blinding

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It's rewinding

And I see the eras passed

And I feel free at last

because I see infinity

And through it

I still want to be here

with you

as you are this time

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and the next

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and a thousand nexts...

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INSIDE

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So rarely seen 

The depths of trenches, chasms, abysses

Souls

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But I saw you see

Clear into me

And I still can't believe

Must have been a lucid dream

Make-believe, an induced scene

(And I keep making excuses)

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But, you let me see, too

Clear into you

You invited me

Opened the door freely

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I fought not to enter

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Mesmerized

Paralyzed, hypnotized

By the depth of your eyes

Instantly blind-ed

By the light

You shined

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At me

In me

Through me

And now I see

You left an open door for me

I didn't even need a key

But the space seems so empty

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Like the rest in music

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Building anticipation

Levitation

Calcification

Of the possibility

The near-reality

Taming entropy

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Feels like eternity

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Inside
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space

less

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time

less

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more

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