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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I am afraid of becoming someone who has no fear A robotic anomaly ... given a self-awareness blind spot Possessing a third eye, which moves oblivious upon the treacherous waves of the Twin See Sailing thru life with a Titanic attitude Not seeing the dangers adrift Invulnerable feelings have no heart radar to detect the iceberg hurt intentions that lurk beneath the frozen smile surface Hard, unspoken thoughts floating ... bobbing and weaving in choppy, open social spaces of icy deep, indigo compassion Approaching Cape Fear, insincere trouble is looming near Have to terminate the distrust, make the cloudy conscience clear Eye contact is on a course collide; the more data shared, the more secrets lip firewalls hide Buoyant expectations flood all of the hormonal decks below Taking on a rush of opposite gender water, accusing cries echo drown my ears Another relationship capsized, pierced by an immovable issue ice floe Unable to feel any pain, made it so wet easy to let go Be at peace with the tragic failing; soul flailing, heavy disappointment sinking But a rescue figure in a love lifeboat wasn’t scared to dive in With Sarah Connors eyes Arctic gaze peering thru the murky, emotional depths So unafraid of the desires forming Reaching out, I fear for the first time — Inside of me, is there anything human left ... for her to grab hold onto?
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