<•> don't believe in fate or luck, never won no lottery, even the next word of every poem word, product of hard earned stolen lust affairs
me desiring, of acquiring the infamy of saying it & making you believe it, all new (ha!) while reusing worn-out words, stolen from unknown predecessors, lovers and prophets
but then, read you, a-believing now that only princesses may have the magic powers to do, to sense, the incongruence, of the most ordinary lives, the ways we-hide-in-our-underbellies, the faces of our elven selves, that we are desperate to see anew, without the blemishing scars of experience writing it morning fresh from dream filled sleep
so my sinner summer sun dying requests you to be reminded: even a prince, only has just so many golden opportunities, so quit stalling, shoot out your next from your handgun mind
yup, no luck, good fate, for me held in abeyance for the next first date, maybe
as I write Katy Perry is ear-worming in my head, ignite the light!
do you see us awaiting in the shadows for the definition of your words?
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^divergent communication: pattern in which the sender gives conflicting messages on verbal and nonverbal levels and the listener does not know which message to accept.