there's more to life than back-rubs,
hip smacks
and arm tugs.
so much more than tongue kisses,
one nighters
and catfishes
who claim to love.
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"til death, we do art." - tree.

i come alive at the sight of what's already seen,
like deja vu is somehow key to unlock my greatest dream.
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a classic reaction,
to stay still upon acknowledgment.
i stay put,
aware of phases now begun.

cricket sounds,
crooked eyes,
sacred chants
& wicked smiles.

behind a mask,
beyond the veil.
i shield my honor.
i restore balance within mine energy field,
in face of whom has no sense of whatsoever.
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you see,
i try my hardest to be invisible
but somehow they still see me.
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they still trace me back to somewhere they might have known,
they still gain an illusive perception that they know all that there is to me by just one look upon my face.
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now,
what is there to see?
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if you grace my presence for reasons likely,
you’ll be sure to greet only eyes that see through.
eyes with glare that doesn't stare or stay for too long.

'the girl that cant be loved',
found love within herself
& now she loves.

is it so strange to want nothing so badly
that you think long and hard to solely serve others?
are you at such complacency with your own being
that you desire of only nothing more than
setting inspiration free by word of mouth
or words at one click of a keyboard,
on someone else’s behalf.