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Token Thoughts, Afar I could rally you into my bared skies, your two tone flesh exposed in early sheen; open myself for your sure push downward to a place I don't want to go, have left, but I watch you from afar, wishing you only the best; expecting nothing, nothing leaves me light not weighed down from this high flying mind's flight toward plunging, definitive destiny with it's broken promises in pieces. I imagine you in swirls of my faith, a smile of free joy on your open face, left afar, for I know that if you approach too close, we'd make a mess of our lost place, bordering too nigh to ignore madness between glee's cracks. So you stay there in freeform dragon flight, as I soar up on revery soft thoughts in token white clouds, inflated relics, wide from what we are when we veer too near. Author's Note: Finis! |