turning around away from the girl's flesh and physical beauty
into the lame coldness of glass and flat reflections
fierce emotions scratched into a whitely primed wall
dead on sight to feelers who know about the planarity of words
unanswered questions left like air touched by fingers
my mind's wanderlust in darkness lit with light in your eyes
but another opportunity to reciprocate isn't our fate
and niether did i know your wanderlust in darkness
just ghostly pretense courtships our vessels flow by
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