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your tenebrous image enraptures me future’s heat brands me with you your silhouette fills my vision but all your features are hidden calling to me in a voice I know but have not yet heard a shout made a whisper you are so many years away always I have known you sensed you by your absence I chafe and fret, anxious and expectant of your arrival believing it imminent eagerly I shut my eyes to what little I know of you trusting as only callow youth allows that no more is needed than my open arms I see you everywhere impetuously I give my heart only to find no synchrony even the lineation was wrong each time it is not you you are still far from me yet I am wrenched forward I lurch undiscerning, heedless pressed forever into rashness by all consuming urgency for you endless, fruitless searching confusion and despair my constant companions lost in a torrent of nothing like one freezing in lingering polar night to stop is to die, helpless I stumble towards providence
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Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 11:29 PM UTC
With Bated Life
your tenebrous image enraptures me future’s heat brands me with you your silhouette fills my vision but all your features are hidden calling to me in a voice I know but have not yet heard a shout made a whisper you are so many years away always I have known you sensed you by your absence I chafe and fret, anxious and expectant of your arrival believing it imminent eagerly I shut my eyes to what little I know of you trusting as only callow youth allows that no more is needed than my open arms I see you everywhere impetuously I give my heart only to find no synchrony even the lineation was wrong each time it is not you you are still far from me yet I am wrenched forward I lurch undiscerning, heedless pressed forever into rashness by all consuming urgency for you endless, fruitless searching confusion and despair my constant companions lost in a torrent of nothing like one freezing in lingering polar night to stop is to die, helpless I stumble towards providence
An account of my unfortunate teenage years. It is a follow on to Separated By Birth. I have made some changes as I felt some things were in need of clarity.
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Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 11:29 PM UTC
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