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Complicated dance so exquisite to encompass,

complicated dance keeps you guessing by the feel.

With all the superficial longings of a love affair in limbo,

unrequited, staying limber,

life spins by but sans the zeal.

Encounter, encounter, encounter me

Oh rapture!

Why can I not take this step…..?

Open the door to fulfilling my dreams

what waste or want is unkept?

Encounter or counter, what will I do

when I think of you

will I run for my safe haven or nothing?

Inside a cupboard left frozen ajar.

Nothing palpable to live by,

nothing extraordinary,

just an ordinary void so far.

Not really living, not really seeing

not really fighting for passion, but vice.

Passion, passion, passion, uh passion? The more you say it and say it,

the more dull you find

your own presence of passion slips falling,

…….flailing behind.