Floating like flying
Bound to the preconceived notions that we lay about
Regretting the perfection of each intricate stare
It leaves me unsatisfied.
The end.
I mean.
How could it not?
It is the remnants of some
uncooperative
disdain
for lack of a better term.
This dance reminds me of flying
Floating?
I said this before.
Perhaps.
Then again, I may be dancing.
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