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Created on: September 10, 2009
No Future For Presently Suppressed Desires
Time a transparent yet undefinable barrier parading in the guise of a future that will never be,
Your eyes a beautiful revolution of colour attempting to mask the desires that run ever deep,
Everything I ever asked for encapsulated in you and I'll never know what that means to me,
The life that runs through your veins has been incarcerated by the things you've already been,
This life refuses to allow me to become your purpose for existence or for you to seize mine,
I shall never be everything you have had your everything defined for you for the remainder of time,
The way in which you captivate me an undefinable abstraction of logic unknown to my psyche,
I need to cast off these bonds of attraction, I need to leave, to escape, to feel as if I am quite free,
And we will not have them witness the magnetism and the ways in which we suppress our desires,
We circle each other, in some perverse sort of dance and our love does nothing, it just gyres,
You and I shall never fuse at once all the things that make up the conditions of our existences,
Our individual selves expect the other to tear down the already long established resistances,
This god-awful affair in the eyes of a fool will make sense yet no one is fooling us just temporarily,
I know that we can hold out for longer yet how long is it before this is something everyone can see.
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