Luv is a phase n then it shakes attachments off. From their touch to their faces, strangers wanna get close just to turn around n get lost. Like never fits quite right looking for a certain type. N the hype runs its course as lips slip into thoughts roaming through in the mind. The heart luv's emotion so can feel alive. As periodic relationships claim territory of the body until the end divides. Wasting desires n time on someone left in the a prior moment. Craves change n passions get redirected into eyes of a strangers stare trying to hold it. Depths empty n comforts fill the core in many ways. In a stage under conditions where real didn't cause pain. But yet, the interaction runs it course. As it's always back to self wanting no more. Junctures of in n outta compatibilities is a realization of growth. Especially when it's safer to sit alone. Far from the rotation of luv'rs calling each other the same pet names. As in between episodes expressions settle into a calm stretched upon the face.
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