The idea sparks, glitters, but goes away for the moment, still nurtured, still tormenting me to become a reality, but who will allow?
I'm still looking, but soon I fear I may give up.
Your eyes look sunken in, its what makes you different, its your breed, and so we go together, you and I; but I will never touch you.
Sometimes I get so caught up in understanding what I'm hearing I don't listen.
The world of speaking truth lies to me. I can never be a part of the life I've seen can be.
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