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Awakening and the Awaiting By: Gene Santos on 4/3/2004; 5:26 AM eyes stare,and with one grasp,fall away with no means of contact,we are but novice,totally strangers and never,even here and even there,that i would dare hold the untouchable,that is you,and glassed... never have did i dream of you,as someone soulfully naked that made restless,even made me shaking,though i cannot let you go... i even put myself to harms way,for you to be here endlessly but all the interruptions and deceptive decisions are making us limited and by far,you cannot go any closer,and to tell me that i am afraid and all the while you are,and never colliding,a sigh i cannot even hear... and so the glass we both made has been your home,but your eyes are closed afraid to open it and afraid to find yourself alone,but still you dream... and yes...i would dream that i would take you away from your prison unafraid of the treason i would commit,to the world as i cast you out to space and follow you there in a while,as i complete my introvertive laws of defying the earthly splinters for you...the otherworldly you... and now you can see it,it is all too clear that the world is not everything with a hand,recreate,and the other,resonate,and shine with celestial beauty... now i can drive a spell to keep you this way... and reflect,like i would die in your eyes today,nevertheless one will try... this is too sound to be real,but we have gone too far... one on one,and all alone...she's drifting from me so far... i cannot be forsaken now...the soul is empty... and all is done...the story of the one who made me...
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