This I know and know that you do too.
My mercurial self, the moral exigencies, my faked insouciance,
My fifth essence.
Your ineluctable presence, our aching desire,
The forces that inhibit me
We are both there but won’t accept,
Waiting for the other to take that step
It may never come- the oak, the lily.
The chilly waves, the dew, the dusky hue-
It smells of you, eyes, lips, and fingers few..
Our story may never have began, but
That which exists and never began will always be new.
<3
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