With a blush in the sky
the sun's going to bed.
I'm in love with something
three dimensional & above.
But it doesn't love me back.
I observe, I stalk, I do my best.
Whenever i get close I refuse
because I'm afraid I might offend.
So many "I" in this, so much fear, so many indecisions, not enough substances.
I gather, I pry, I travel, I stretch.
Yet, it's all the same.
We play this game, the mind opens, the heart fades, all contained. All remained.
You still look the same.
Sets in fall.
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