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Don't Reed

Anxiety peak's as mundane attention seeks. Fear and excitement compete as boredom seeps. This powerful small action is not an option I possess. My desire to please is within reach, the winner of an underdog's match. Adrenaline a premature ejaculation as safety of sorts is left behind. Sounds like lies is the music of my travels with an exploiting beat. Promised the golden egg, though I know it's rotten. Arrival too soon but not soon enough to end, simplicity a mirror to myself. Unable to perform the tasks of my purpose, doubts of success my constant companion. Solo to face the music, a genre of accusations. Can't control my rhythm, the dance is pathetic as the sonnet is critiqued. Another set of errors, replication leading towards the encore. Submissive in travel, destination unknown fiction to non with each chapter. First arrival of fear as chilli peppers send shivers down my tail. Second wind as the big bad wolf breaks down my house of brick. Eye's to the floor conducted in a smell of fear. Eroticism grips all the while confusion sprouts it's bulb. Black and blue as we spa in fleece, caught wooden handed now. Treasury of cheese but this mouse is unsatisfied as the wheel turns. Back to the nest I am blinded by sheep as breathing becomes tortured. Unknown rise's as fear is rationed and the tread is knotted. A bubble of my senses, patient's looking for clues in detectives frequency. Team talk unmotivated as we share the animals departure. Herd depleted my view is clearer although still in the cheep seats. Silent movie plays out though my picture is fitful. Architectures blue as battle line's are redrawn and comrades are demoted Your carriage awaits as we go full circle back to the start Goodbye mother, we'll meet again.

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