Reflections of My Perceptions
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WHAT TORTURE, TO LIVE ALWAYS AT LOVE'S EDGE
NEVER WITHIN ITS' WARM FOLDS
BUT TO BE ON ITS' OUTSKIRTS, JUST OUT OF REACH
YET TO HAVE KNOWN ITS' TOUCH
NOT LONG ENOUGH TO GROW ACCUSTOMED
JUST TO REALIZE ITS' COMFORT
AND TO ACCEPT IT AS A THING TO TRULY LONG FOR
NEVER WITHIN ITS' WARM FOLDS
BUT TO BE ON ITS' OUTSKIRTS, JUST OUT OF REACH
YET TO HAVE KNOWN ITS' TOUCH
NOT LONG ENOUGH TO GROW ACCUSTOMED
JUST TO REALIZE ITS' COMFORT
AND TO ACCEPT IT AS A THING TO TRULY LONG FOR
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