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Evasive

A bottomless pit of regret,
just another autumn of agony columns conjuring up quality bliss.
My frivolity was audibly obvious,
honestly my modesty is consciously stopping this.
My motives are possibly no wait probably opposite,
of any insinuations of pressing the ladies loving for more than a boring kiss.
Oh God this love is forsaken,
but take my heart and please wake it because it’s aching for a greater place of patience when being so damn complacent,
but ain’t it so truly basic to mock, deride, berate
when you’re the one whose compassion is starting to slowly fade... get... evasive.
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