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You fold me
unfold me,
hold me
you told me forever.

Scissor cut paper,
lurkey one, two, three
coming ready or not
I never forgot the
games we played.

You left
I stayed,
forever
is just a gaze
into a future that
did not exist.
 Oct 2015 Raffael Delacroix
ahmo
There are eyes that confront,
but there is no remorse.

Brown carries a negative connotation
and so the story carries on.
There will be eyes of this coloration,
but rarely a tale of happiness.

The theories behind formulas
don't take emotions into consideration.
It's kind of a misappropriation,
if you think about it,

We spend lives following
sequences, patterns, developments.
But we're only becoming dense
as we're hollowing.

I wish to love
as I wish to breathe.

I wish to love
as I want to believe.

This unreachable constellation
is a similar misappropriation.

I am a ball of yarn
hopelessly tangled
and
ignored.

You are a seamstress-
weaving optimism
and pragmatic emotion
for the forlorn.

— The End —