Given like a ticket,
To get.
A parked attitude, Unlocked.
It should be given,
...
This hurts.
Your pain and dismissed interest,
In my shown concern to be there...
For you caring as I do.
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Gone is the innocence.
And its meaning today,
Portrayed to make it sense.
Or argue over the benefit it has to value.
...
I had to walk away,
From stale limitations.
And invitations to repeat,
Familiar avenues I knew...
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Prolonged can be,
Our most frightening nightmares.
Remembered in detail to describe.
As goosebumps on arms rise,
...
Back to the knocking,
Of their own heads...
On handheld bricks.
Hoping this convinces,
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No child can be expected,
To bloom alone...
Into a responsible adult.
Without flourishing to be nourished,
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Feed me lots not bits of love.
Don't nibble on my need.
Paradise is closing in.
With your seizing ability.
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Meet me near the east of Heaven.
There I will be.
Awaiting before dawn,
To feel and witness the Sun.
...
Called from any distance.
On alert to be prepared.
To pleasure without suspense,
A meeting of needs to feed decadence.
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