Blind is the mind when chances dictate the creation of stunted breaths and lies
The kind that holds back the bright details that one would use to strike a deal
For deals do cause us to linger, feeling safe in the most sensitive of permissions
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Lessons are learned but hesitation creates risk of new contaminated memories
The kind that reinforces false stereotypes and prolongs the misery of the lonely
For the lonely hold close that which temptation threatens to devour and hide
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Sweetened is the time celebrated with chances to create and discover gentleness
The kind that covers our interactions with a beauty and understanding of it all
For the understanding cannot but help us to figure out our own internal compass