You are my glorious inconstant,
My screaming vice,
My quiet endeavor.
And though I choose
Not to follow you,
At least I can save you
For the back of my head.
There you reside in constant inferno
And press your palms against
Everything abstruse and fundamental
And whisper belligerently
Into my submissive ear that
Heaven would be a place where
I would leave.
And I comply.
Don't become repetitive
Or enticed
Or prudent,
Darling, please.
I need my inconstancies.
Can you understand what I am saying?
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NO....but thats not saying anything
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And the centre of a spin is true to one point?
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A vague, and very shallow, guess: you're in love with someone unpredictable, absolutely loving it and maybe very slightly afraid of them conforming due to outside pressures....but still quite certain, hopefully?
Well expressed. A fresh and intense plea. If that question was directed solely at the subject, I apologise.
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