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Take a risk you said
For the doubts in my mind were too loud
That it over shadowed the want of my heart
I did as you told me
And when I did
I felt the pain
I felt how my world weight down on me
I felt the way broken people described life
Those who I thought exaggerated of how cruel the world can be
That risk took away my being
My life of innocence that the world is not as people said it was
But i was wrong and they were right
I took the risk but I guess it was nice
It was nice to feel the pain even if I feel the sun won't shine the same
Because without that risk
I would never have loved you the way I thought would be impossible
One silent chilly midnight,
in a dark secluded room
beyond the window, morning dew touches leaves
anticipating to drop
eyes at dew, mine falling tears.
Not that I saw shooting stars
dashing sweep from the vast night sky
wishing wish upon a star to come it true,
not that moment soothe and rejuvenate
the spark for my poetry to lost.
Crying all out loud, by myself, instead I:
an accident I am!
a mistake t'was I born, a mishap t'was I vulnerable
life's a fluke of nature, therefore.
Sure i am alive by fate, by chance, by luck, by coincidence
at this very moment
crying and breathing I am.
Body is not optional so We trace our faces in the strangest of places 
Here we stand amongst the strange and yet call ourselves one in the same, but could this be simply the truth?
~why couldn't this make perfect sense?
In an Oblong World, How to decide what shows the proof?
If you're the one who speaks a different tongue, perhaps a tongue in cheek
Well maybe we All mean well but aren't quite skilled or smooth...
~ Is it Crazy actually to do this amongst the strangest cellular plugged in populous ~ if We cannot contemplate, cannot swallow something unknowable, seemingly impossible??

So why be One, if one is unfathomable?

We can be many fractions of the very same number.
Fractal Upon fractal we build upon each other, a patterned sequence, a human development.
Awakening to disguise, no more lies, no more masks, facades, or pretence.  
No difference, the Same 
Our conscience emergence ~ the fabric is space, the time an illusion...... the place, an assemblence.... Cooperating a Complex Creation...each a puzzle piece of our Own Imagination 
COLLECTIVELY

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Did your fingertips blister
When you extinguished
My hearts flame
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