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Far from the sorts, might cut it short,
Though all I know is to embrace the now.
She’s stunning, beautiful; I could go on,
propbably even forever,
real power within her
each and every step she makes is
spontaneous, extra explosive
It's similar to my heart lighting up the honeycomb bong hits with the beeswax,
In my mind I know that it’ll be in due time though coincidently the coin flips and changes the stakes within a wishing well.
I get to feel the stars around us,
Though for now all I
Think about is
Gestured a pose like how roman statues do,
Through it all, my mind will stay Segmented and undivided
Solid like shoes strung in the hood
gone like conversation cemented into stone, though devoted there’s no debate.
I know to think outside in, Its hard to even win and now that I look at it, I know; I stayed alive through it all somehow,
Though now all I have time to do is get to thinking about what could’ve been
Staring off at the clouds seeing figures floating thinking it’s all in my thoughts, seeing something more isn’t so far away, days now just float and flutter with the strength of a falling heart from high up above the skies so often do birds.
I believe mine arose like a carnation purposeful like a love poem though this is far from one I just lose myself in exactly what could’ve been.
(*Before you continue reading I ask that you read **all of it** and thats all I ask*)