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The projections from your eyes lead me that way For that’s one of the behaviors I hear what you say

Inexperience lost to ripeness,

What was established, Was a false sense of attachment

This poem, was written, for a child I never knew and if the gods are willing someday I may………

This was inspired by a nother writers work,,,,,,, So do not give up even if you think you must, Keep on trying from morning to dust

But my armor must have had a crack that was only seen by you,,

And when their hooked and love is true I will lock the door and say we are through

Flesh dweller please be ware

Alone I will stand welcoming your tide, Lost to those on the other side,

I believe that this cerebral adornment, as being intellectual in our nature. Does not eliminate nor contradicts the emotional and physical commits