Is anonymity better than familiarity?
What keeps this close to that is ultimately...
The depth of knowing what exists,
Even if the focus sometimes shifts.
I scribe for who might not expect,
Later I suspect I might regret,
It's not worth the burden on my chest,
Especially if sentiments unrest.
I want the wings to fly away,
Both the birds together astray.
Color me in your skin,
Carry me through the playful wind.
I struggle with something transparent,
I see it all but its apparent.
Let me get out of this trail,
We will end up in Rosedale.
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