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The empty office hums as air-conditioned drums rattle through the ventilation and I sit idly with time for contemplation. The day rolls forward unopposed. As I've read: "So it goes." With a sigh, I make my tea -- an infusion with elderberry -- but that alone doesn't warm a mind limping out of tempo with the time. My soul's too slow to keep this rhythm of skewed self-perception and idiot-ism. Know that I'm afraid to express my love sincerely, because every person I've known I hold equally dearly. Nothing special exists inside my love, where no one is treated as below or above. Now if you pass me on the street, you'll know me when our eyes both meet. I'll smile from my core for you and I hope that you reflect it, too.
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Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 7:22 PM UTC
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The empty office hums as air-conditioned drums rattle through the ventilation and I sit idly with time for contemplation. The day rolls forward unopposed. As I've read: "So it goes." With a sigh, I make my tea -- an infusion with elderberry -- but that alone doesn't warm a mind limping out of tempo with the time. My soul's too slow to keep this rhythm of skewed self-perception and idiot-ism. Know that I'm afraid to express my love sincerely, because every person I've known I hold equally dearly. Nothing special exists inside my love, where no one is treated as below or above. Now if you pass me on the street, you'll know me when our eyes both meet. I'll smile from my core for you and I hope that you reflect it, too.
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Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 7:22 PM UTC
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