be afraid
her sigh that should throw bottles of his cautious wonderings out-smashed through the oh so porous glass. do you catch the eyes so marred by marginalization? sliding and gliding on milk. mourning, boasting sodden silks. valentine messages cling to the sole of your shoe like the last leaf on the bow come winter.. all that is left are the reluctant-glowing embers of such poised, solitary glances' molting despair like willows hung low by the lost, glad sun that is shining down round a new place it glistens on your hir and the fur strewn a-cross sometimes guiltless may leave like gold or shimmer n' shiver inside like tonight or now or here. there owns the truth as ephemeral as t'is sometimes.x
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//did you see the blush? still shy in the fallibilitee.
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