They jus may not exist... N this is what it all comes down to when self isn't the first interest... Wondering who can bring joy into our lives... Maybe cook a lil dinner with a drip of a bit of wine... It's self that caters to the emotion so time isn't so lonely... Tucking the heart behind the scenery until the sun comes up plugging the passions opening... Simply jus running from the nights that give no hope to hope dying jus before daybreak... As to make it through n find self, it's only half the battle in exchanging names... Drifting behind the eyes of what one would do to have the gentleness cling the touch... Knowing not jus anyone will do for the sensitivities of luv... Taking in to consideration of what was n what can never be allowed again... Sells is the leading enemy of the friend between a woman n man... Taring pieces from the gain that are vital to the existence of a partnership to come to life... Self claims to need yet it's a want of a rare chemistry as desires rise... Goin unseen by the gathering of the nonexistence of trust... Seems even the creativity of accepting an other is a battle ready to run... Finding fragments in the design of relations to be more of an issue fun the road than that in plain sight... Leaving lusts to be felt that no one wants here goin blind...
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