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Just Maybe... If ever "he" stood on the moon The heaven’s would call it "Angel’s Ground" If ever "he" seemed too flawless My strive for perfection would ebb Yet possible speciousness haunts me How can anyone be sure any more? In all hopes, genuinely enamored; clearly perplexed What makes "him" different I don’t know what I’m searching for any longer As though I ever had This disease, incurable How rare is it… really? Like water to a glass, a chalice, a vase Any shape seems to suit it Enticed Battling the pull While analyzing every possibility out of fear Too afraid to yield What if… |
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