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| These tumblers don’t align, as I spin and spin, seek egress again into an ocean of words swum that hauled out by an eager man compile messages longer than S.O.S. This lifelong game to win affection, recognition I’m worthy of your love, disregards any notion of self-worth. Not complete without reciprocation, Validation that does not come easy. S.O.S. You could watch my toil, tousle a blond crop. I wouldn’t notice, obsessed until I finish, offer each as answer before smiling eyes, see only disguise. Just feels my best not good enough, when you oar to shore. S.O.S. Who’ll solve the puzzle of me, before I accept there is no true love, a fable for all, enthrall a meager man with no plan, but fish this open sea contemplatively. Can I come correct, see response to my S.O.S.? 11.14.22 Free #freyaridings from U.S. anonymity, sorta |
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