When company surrounds us
I cannot say anything but joy
Praise for him, praise for naught
but illusion.
A fantasy. A fantasy that breaks me.
Pervades into my earth from his roots.
Breaks my hard soil, my ideals, and grows.
My heart at my feet.
"I love you"
So many meanings.
A cavern between our embrace.
It echoes meaningless back to me.
A shot fired in a wide
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