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A long time ago

I have an unpredictable hesitation
It comes from realities relentless contemplation.
From the depths of logic......pleasure is not in control.
How am I suppose to know......
Where am I suppose to go.
 
I can’t feel a thing.......
Kisses feel forced......love feels like remorse.
I pull and pull
This makes me feel like a fool......
 
Focus on tomorrow
Let go of today’s sorrow
Closer to reason
This is just the changing of the season....
 
Should we stay or should we go?
Patience and time the two things I have yet to come to know.
 
Your beauty...... It’s a simple pleasure for a man with a complicated taste for the opposite flesh. Do I sound like a mess?

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