You came at me like a summer tadpole nipping where I do not like to be nipped. I don't think you remembered that about me though... It's only O.K., but I ache for the time when we rode with our backs on the same waves. Together.
We musn't do that since you broke free of your own variety of grey shackles. I always hate you for that in most ways, but your aural complexion draws me nearer and nearer over time in a way that only me and C******* can understand. Yes, I said C******* without hesitation or a full courtesy censor, and I do that because I don't know if I can trust you again.
And I say again and AGAIN, damn it, I got to try to be in your innocent gaze that literally breaks the sea in the sky before it enters the millions of blue ribbons circled around the souls of my eyes and then I remember why I HAVE to look back at you, with nothing other than that silent, soft hint of a quivered smile that you, and only you, can decipher as the purest gesture of grim and gleaning indecision. As if to be let down fiercely, and then brought back up with a pompous sort of modesty.
BE CAUTIOUS WITH ME, I CANNOT LET THIS GO ON or I will break apart and the grass will call for me, and the dirt soonafter. I know you would like that to happen maybe in more ways than not, but you got to SEE WHAT I SEE THE WAY I SEE IT for your sake as well as mine.
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post didn't die in a fire!
you see, you say that you post eradidc, but that is only partially true. It's not fair for me to say that I crystallize every last word you lay down, but I get the parts are honest, but a bit hidden and take a bit more deductive reasoning and creativity to metabolize.
