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Oct 2018
i was asked a question one night:
"who would you choose? the one you want, or the one knocking at your door?"
i stick to my middle ground of is the one i want even knocking at my door?
i could hear nothing but the drum of a beat that my own heart has fallen into step to
it was so loud that it drove my neighbors away
and then a phone call from the contact named "i yearn for you"
the music stops, the beat stops, the world stops
"i'm here at your door"
i told him that i needed him to wait for me to open up my door
and he said that's fine, because there's nowhere else i'd rather be
your house is home to me
Viridian
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