Assessing what these loveless lines do mean.

And why my soul

Instrinsically avoids extremes.

Oh... maybe move a little

Up or down.

But ever in that middle ground -

My self-made purgatory.

For the ones whose stories linger

In the final chapters...

Scared to close,

Petrified to know of what comes after...

So I probably won't indulge in that kiss.

The sick finality brings lips to harsh reality.

No, no... Just hold your stare

And dress my face with warmest breaths.

Let me drown inside your pool eyes


Stand your ground.

Don't back away.

Don't shed your gown.

And don't you worry.

Stay with me inside our sweetest


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