With dull eyes and heavy heart i wave.
A fleeting formality.
An embrace would be binding, nothing contractual, not here.
Familiarity breeds contempt, i stay distant.
Anxiety is committed though not constant.
Irregularity takes precedent.
It always has.
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Author:
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- Category: Reflection
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