And in love
I made stranger myself to
every sign and sigh
to my silences and turbulences.
I am left alone in pursuit of
finding happiness
while I quiver to its slightest notion.
I must pick up without intuition
if so bound
how far pain can take me.
Why must be I shy to
glazed lilies and turning rows
deep within where someone
is eagerly waiting for me.
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