Dust storm 

A calm night

An evening for a stroll

An embrace not so subtle

Like twine in winds 

Like leaves in fall

Swept away by the elegance 

Conjured up into a thought 

Pure eyes say less

Over-exaggeration

On my end how fine

What was once innocent

Seemed oh so dreadful 

Times spent 

Figuring out the motive

I blinked and woke

To a realization 

 Not so comfortable

Like water to a bee

Like salt to a slug 

A barrage of absent minded

Insecure baffle 

Turned heads down

One mistake

Too many

One mistake 

Undone 

There’s no coming back 

Not for everyone…

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