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Nov 2014
Right. I said.

But how does it feel?* She begged once more.

L̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶s̶i̶p̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶h̶o̶t̶ ̶t̶e̶a̶,̶
W̶h̶e̶n̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶h̶a̶s̶ ̶f̶i̶n̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ ̶b̶e̶g̶a̶n̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶c̶o̶o̶l̶.̶

L̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶r̶e̶m̶e̶m̶b̶r̶a̶n̶c̶e̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶m̶e̶m̶o̶r̶y̶,̶
T̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶m̶a̶k̶e̶s̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶l̶a̶u̶g̶h̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶a̶ ̶c̶r̶o̶w̶d̶ ̶u̶n̶k̶n̶o̶w̶n̶.̶

L̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶s̶i̶t̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶r̶a̶i̶n̶ ̶a̶t̶ ̶n̶i̶g̶h̶t̶,̶
W̶h̶e̶n̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶w̶a̶r̶m̶,̶ ̶q̶u̶i̶e̶t̶,̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶n̶o̶ ̶p̶l̶a̶c̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶b̶e̶.̶

L̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶m̶o̶m̶e̶n̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶f̶i̶n̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶h̶o̶b̶b̶y̶,̶
T̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶m̶a̶k̶e̶s̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶l̶o̶s̶e̶ ̶a̶l̶l̶ ̶r̶e̶a̶l̶i̶t̶y̶ ̶e̶v̶e̶r̶y̶ ̶t̶i̶m̶e̶.̶

L̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶w̶h̶e̶n̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶d̶o̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶s̶c̶a̶r̶e̶s̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶,̶
T̶o̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶e̶x̶a̶c̶t̶ ̶p̶o̶i̶n̶t̶ ̶w̶h̶e̶r̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶f̶e̶e̶l̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶m̶o̶r̶e̶ ̶b̶u̶t̶ ̶a̶l̶i̶v̶e̶.̶

Those were the thoughts of feelings that could compare,
But I kept them to myself because in summary, or simplicity rather, it truly is;

*Right.
December 2012
Gordon Michael III
Written by
Gordon Michael III  28/M/Houston
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