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UNTITLED: Within the thrall of one's device are careless ways to un-entice the metered thought that thought convey, of falling much too fast per say does much to turn one inside out and stifle that with which without one cannot hope to love confide, instead to stress, to certain chide. And from this leave one in the dark beget of smothering that spark that carried with it soft delight I wish I may, I wish I might, divulge the words of feelings flight. THE SOFTEST KISS This kiss, like rain too warm to chill, too soft to bring with it a rainstorms ills trickles gently down a flushed cheek. This kiss, like a fallen leaf that meekly crunches underfeet into a whispyness that leads one to wonder if it ever was... This kiss, like the tension on the surface of water, that holds on, ever so gently to anything that caresses it surface... well, its like but backwards, if you can get what I mean as lips push each other away from fear of the heart just stopping, only to come together once more so that the fear will never go away. This kiss, like dreams seems so without substance, yet is the fiber of all, that one of my kind seeks. Tis' a burden to words, this kiss for it demeans and taunts them from the heights unto which it carries the soul. I'll speak no more of this kiss for its a burden to me as well that naught but another kiss could quell. Sincerely, M |
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confused.