For am I speaking to you again? Is it real life, is this true? Should I await for your next response, perhaps it may be some forclone clue.
Although, our future isn't scripted, into stone or anything yet, does not mean our hopes may be skipped, into an arrogant and impulsive bet.
But, now as time draws on, and still you speak no words, the shutters of my eyelids continue to carry on, when only future soothing can come from luscious herbs.
Perhaps we're not meant to be, except acquaintly known. From our recent discussions falsely seen, we have let our thoughts wander into a frenzy of being overblown.
Sincerely,
A World Of Lingering Possibility
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