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Insanely Suspended
Description: This piece is about taking chances, living life to the fullest... not wasting precious time... How is it that sometimes the best treasures of our lives occur at the end of the road...? Your presence lingers inside of me... I smell you... I taste you... You devour me, penetrating each pore and consuming every fantasy. Is it love...? Could it be...? Really...? Dismiss logic, for her tongue is too jagged, too matter-of-fact...this...and...that...as my heart is saying that my restless notions will never cease, for the road is dirty but full of adventure, and sunsets are so damn brief. Light is not discovered behind curtains of darkness. Let's not waste time between icy sheets of separating years; destiny has told me that you are all I want...all...that I've been waiting for. Don't deny the warmth of my room or my wings softly brushing your warm thighs as the moon is catching its final breath, and the light is becoming faint. Life might lose us to smiles long buried in tar, and dreams are lost in dark, empty train stations. I'm tired of squeezing life from manuscripts.
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