Where is this feeling?
Flown ably by to the outer limits,
Its crude form shaped to a recess.
I miss it, constrain it
But know not of its past.
I cannot remember these love passions,
that so tenderly brazed my soft exterior
Once beating in a listless rhythm.
I do miss the uncertainty of sociability
But more of loving cherish,
Its beautiful corona swallowed by
Ambition, pride, idealism.
Hopefully it remains intact
So I can feel it once again.
Or maybe it leaks through in another,
Unknown.
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