i am only on-time in my daydreams
that rest in the clouds,
illumined by hope and love
and carefully crafted
fantasies of magic.
for every other task
i am perpetually tardy.
delayed by the sinking sorrow
of descending.
this is narration, not poetry. it's time to settle.
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you must define settle. mostly because I loathe the word and if it doesn not have proper definition I might die. I love you. This piece is intricate. I am intrigued.
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