Her Dangles Fate Before Our Eyes
Behind Opaque glass
The future sits
O how I hunger for it
Its outline blurred by doubt
Chained back by the present
My fingers barely skim the
surface
Weak with want
Craving the taste upon my lips
An obsessive passion
Everyone desires the caress of
this cruel mistress
Cheating life for her embrace
Only to have her slip through outstretched
fingers
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