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  • Here today and gone tomorrow leaving a distinct impression on my temporal lobe.
    Perhaps, my state of mind is compromised; there’s not a promise and there’s no goodbyes. Just, distortions of time and omissions of chance; an ironic illusion an emotional dance, a stimulating fantasy and an euphoric trance.

    My sanity is in question, at least momentarily. With, A false sense of reality, I'm a bit delusional, our interaction is disorienting and distracting, sharing heightened endorphins and a common attraction. Like a drug you’re a passionate addiction. A delirious intoxication, with an intense acquisition to reproduce and repeat this elated sensation. Yes, I know... this illicit bliss and enchanted romance is a conflict of interest.

    I believe they call it déjà vu, and knowing I cannot spend my life with you. Makes me cry a single tear, as I whisper nothings in your ear. I grab your waist and pull you close and close my eyes to let go. Trying to forget the way you make me feel, as I notice your bias.
    My conscious sings to my being; reminding me the difference between action and acomplishment. The thought to part numbs my heart and a place shall always be with me.
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