Do feelings fall as an afterthought,
leaving you a choice of what
to fake?
Fear doesn't faze,
guiding you blind on whatever road
you take.
Do you reach yet not hold,
rather liking the nothingness
you possess?
For if not
I have something for you,
Something that comes when you don't want it
And sometimes,
when you do.
9-5-06
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