Drops of Crimson

[Dusk]

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Weaving the right perception.
Matching expectations.
Birth of a false predictability.
A gentle breeze guiding the sail.

Unaccounted vulnerability...
Becomes a distant fog.
Enveloping, suffocating.
Mine, but not at all the way I need it.

She loves what I created.

Not me.

Not me.

Not me.

Not me.

Not me.

Not me.

Not me.

Not me.

Never me.

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