I am the conditioned fabric of myself, I haven’t seen her for years, she sunk beneath the layers of expectation and in inspiration felt inadequate
Who do you think you are?
Does the skin encase the idea of truth or is it assumed with the thoughts of the mind?
There hasn’t been any proof for your plight, when you know that you’re nothing but another’s lines.
Escape with me love of mine, if there is something to find, I want to discover it with you, I do not believe the lied truths.
I see the depths of you, we can swim for our lives if we choose. Burst fresh from our banks, breaching with truth and thanks. I do not wish to pursue seed on the wayside, oh love of mine, come help let us find roots, let ours be entwined as two, in fields that grow good fruit, let us go soon.
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