thoughts of camaraderie and shallowness.
it's alright though because you keep my mind at bay.
please, just be a stranger to the context of my heart to which I'm writing.
Yet, why do I find myself wanting to be intimately acquainted with a simple touch?
it's impossible. no it's not. yes it is. no it isn't.
how can you say that if you haven't even tried?
'tis a facile mind I war with.
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