Trances of no perception.
Dances of imperfection.
Grasping this blessed nothingness.
Clasping on to sacred regrets.
Running, eyes closed.
It's stunning out there.
It's unnerving, you wouldn't dare.
I'm undeserving of your precious cares.
Depriving you of your better judgement.
Striving to bring you down.
Or was I just
Diving into you?
Trances of no perception.
Dances of imperfection.
Running. But what are you running from?
It was stunning being with you.
It's unnerving, you no longer care.
Im still preserving the beauty of you.
Disapearing into the shadows of my mind.
Fearing that I'll never be found.
Dances of imperfection.
Glances of no perception.
Killing myself ever so slowly.
Unwilling to give up the beauty of you.
Running eyes closed into the frosty darkness.
Stunning still is the beauty of you.
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