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I need... �

I need... �
I know not to ask �
yet �
I`m suddenly �
woefully �
illiterate �
I cant see �
obstacles �
nor invitations �
from point A �
to point B �
� �
I need... �
yet uncomfortably �
bereft �
randomly left �
in limbo �
a semi-bitter �
semi-sweet �
unbearable �
in-between �
� �
I`m no charity �
I have �
glorious �
perspective �
desire's destination �
amid it`s treasures
are somewheres
I`m ever thankful
to have been � �
� �
shared tandemly �
gliding �
aesthetically �
connected �
deeply �
with just � �
the right amount �
of good, clean �
bad and dirty �
� �
I know �
exactly what �
I need... �
but happenstance �
has pounded that �
sixth sense �
outta me...
�
and HeYeL NO �
I don't want � �
mercy �
just recognition �
of qualities �
I`m currently �
paralyzed �
to feel �
� �
I need � �
to be taken � �
by the hand �
set at ease �
`cause
the ecstasy �
of touch �
is cruelly misleading �
insidiously fleeting �
before we're aware �
it`s ceased �
� �
seriously.... �
� �
I need, �
and � �
quite frankly, �
so does She �
�