dear life, captivate me so that i may see beyond this fragment of time. sublime it would be! liberated from a sea, an ocean of grief. so to speak? or to weep. may i borrow your heart? you seem to have it handled. an answer, an excuse, a belief, an idea, a concept, acceptance, but a part of you... seems confined.
i can feel this body. a temperence, a growth, an evolution of memory. bordered by a mind's curiousity. what is he feeling, it asks. what is he thinking? can you not keep up? are you not able to? perchance has your attention been deflected? subjected to self-sustained expectation? surely the sum is no, for your sun has left white in the color of snow. pure and whole, bottomless soul. dreaming and seeming so far off... i sneeze to relieve and choke to cough. get this virus gone. boost my defense, speaking in past tense, as if it would make sense...
i can feel this body. a temperence, a growth, an evolution of memory. bordered by a mind's curiousity. what is he feeling, it asks. what is he thinking? can you not keep up? are you not able to? perchance has your attention been deflected? subjected to self-sustained expectation? surely the sum is no, for your sun has left white in the color of snow. pure and whole, bottomless soul. dreaming and seeming so far off... i sneeze to relieve and choke to cough. get this virus gone. boost my defense, speaking in past tense, as if it would make sense...
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