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Your turmoil is understandable, it weeps while I think.

My senses aren’t so sensual when it comes to trusting you

But what are you? A nostalgic constant? No; I find no link.

You are the riddle that skips about dropping no clue.

How to decipher such a threat?

Sitting is pleasant but only adds to the confusion.

Such trouble may have been the cause to my wandering nerves when we met.

Can I possibly blame you for such a private intrusion?

Speak, you may as well, my mind is already drowning in the unknown,

What will one more cell-suffocating statement matter?

Yet such a love to bemoan.

Clarity is a brick away. Please, take it and make me shatter.