As is love were hereditary
we love. You and I.
Taught as we are, to do that which comes from within.
Love, we do.
for language bars the feeling that has not been
named to encompass within it. a want unnamed.
A need for approval. A need for anonymity.
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"I know i sing at the edge of silence
I know i dance around suspension
possess around dispossesion
but i have lost my being in so many beings
kissed my ghosts so many times..."
and the truth is that i miss you.
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