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Today I have some hope. I hope it lasts Past the careful tiredness of interaction, To the investment you can hear in her voice And feel in her form, I hope that she hopes too, But beyond a lustful desire, Or lies I'll tell myself, Though it feels refined, Convex with experience, It makes me giddy in anticipation, The perfect balance between wanting A tentative balance, Or flowering anew. Sometimes I forget I can do this; Memories last, The emotions curate, From depths of dashed Hope, it feels invisible. Sometimes I forget The real level Is unholily watching me above the clouds, While I swim in a mild, synthetic sea. I'll wait tentatively, But not really; I hope I don't.
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Nov 11, 2023
Nov 11, 2023 at 3:52 PM UTC
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Today I have some hope. I hope it lasts Past the careful tiredness of interaction, To the investment you can hear in her voice And feel in her form, I hope that she hopes too, But beyond a lustful desire, Or lies I'll tell myself, Though it feels refined, Convex with experience, It makes me giddy in anticipation, The perfect balance between wanting A tentative balance, Or flowering anew. Sometimes I forget I can do this; Memories last, The emotions curate, From depths of dashed Hope, it feels invisible. Sometimes I forget The real level Is unholily watching me above the clouds, While I swim in a mild, synthetic sea. I'll wait tentatively, But not really; I hope I don't.
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burgundy
Nov 11, 2023
Nov 11, 2023 at 3:52 PM UTC
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