Keeping
An Illusion
Firmly locked in stasis
Fearing
That illusion
Breaking through my faces
Hating
This illusion
Scouring out my mind
Knowing
That illusion
Can’t stand daily grind
Comprehending
An illusion
Cannot be held indef.
Bracing
That illusion
For its’ ‘ventual death
Wanting
This illusion
To fade away unheeded
Seeing
That illusion
Won’t go away, ‘tis needed
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What, oh, what ever happened to Sterling?
Whatever happened to me? Nothing whatsoever, really. I have a perfect beautiful wonderful boy to call my own now, though.
That’s so great to hear! Skip hand in hand in the park together! If you do it enough, unicorns will appear! It’s true.