straying in your unchained state
sweeping the fields with your arms outstretched
ready for the end
no longer afraid of losing control.
this is it,
your final show.
the last entry in your existance
staining your fingertips...
breathing in eagerly,
your eyes chant the closing words














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... that would be absoutly terrifying to know somebody like that ... or to be like that yourself
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great poem, by the way.
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"If you can't get someone out of your head, maybe they're supposed to be there."
"She walks away and he faithfully follows."
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