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Mores the fool, me To reach out without setting expectations To harbor burgeoning hope For planting the seedlings of love Mores the fool, me To hope for romance in a sea of transactional lust To give port to the illusion For watering my attraction Mores the fool, me To trust your words despite the signal flags To give you berthing For sheltering you against the storm Mores the fool, me To allow myself to fall for the obvious lies To try and tie you to the dock For bringing you upon my island Mores the fool, me
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Apr 4, 2025
Apr 4, 2025 at 5:05 AM UTC
The Folly and the Fool
Mores the fool, me To reach out without setting expectations To harbor burgeoning hope For planting the seedlings of love Mores the fool, me To hope for romance in a sea of transactional lust To give port to the illusion For watering my attraction Mores the fool, me To trust your words despite the signal flags To give you berthing For sheltering you against the storm Mores the fool, me To allow myself to fall for the obvious lies To try and tie you to the dock For bringing you upon my island Mores the fool, me
A question for the audience: How can love be found when romance is predicated on an exchange of money?
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31/Gender Fluid/The Twilight Sky
Apr 4, 2025
Apr 4, 2025 at 5:05 AM UTC
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