embedded into the memory where the attachments remember who they are...
it's a wicked game as they linger through the mind trickling down into the heart...
jus wanting to make luv to someone new to prove every one of them beyond the terms of wrong...
that time isn't a waste on the feel of an other as a friend like no other to far gone...
in luv as backs are watched washed n rubbed for the tending to is a need on both ends...
the want n the giving being the eraser of what's been known of relations as they walk into life...
talking in a subtle tone that neva changes the thought process of who two has come to be known as one...
legs has no purpose to spin on the running away as if crazy on the loose can't even keep up with done...
it's the occuranceing the moment that can speak of a better way to correct the state in which lived...
destroying everything that's built up to a time where norm transforms into the imaginations wits...
branded in all that's good that's come along to rip the bs from the well being of who used to be...
curled up late at night turning into the cuddle of worth extracting comfort from a silent dream...
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