Knowing you cannot have
You cannot hold
You cannot touch
As it goes against every grain of your fiber
The fiber that makes you...you
The wrong that feels so right
You concede to the rules
You let go
You have heard all the inaccuracies of truth, yet you long for the minute significant light to hold on....
Then you are presented
With a gift from God
Phenomenal
Selfness less
Enchanting
Now idolized without examined
A fool would not adhere
In my next life...I will make S'mores with no constraints.
Good night Tallahassee.
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