A movement, dimly perceived,
Abstract from original intention;
Falls by the wayside -
And another one gets away.
Hook, line and sinker; we fall.
A good size,
Made too good,
By unachievable dreams.
The bait has been set;
For insatiable anxiety.
All strings pulled to the tether -
Entirety dedicated to a single catch.
The sound of silent phonetic contact,
Before a return into totality.
Only if deliberate actions ratify;
Else left to initial motions.
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Matt, I posted. *unspoils your online experience* Or whatever you called it. xxx
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