Below my skin I could feel the emotion uprising Pulsing in my veins, exploiting Desperate to find a way to reach the surface; Taking control of its creator Bubbling poison in the path to purity A deathly gas a bit overwhelming, towering over my heart Weaving itself bit by bit between wisdom To exalt the one action desired, trembling An informed overcast of oppression and tainted hearts, colored in caution Hails downward scorning a compelled girl, equipped in silver Bursting at the sight of one overtaken By something lethal over love itself But what if, a case was mistaken? Overlooked bold signals of want, crave, ignorance Artlessly knowing the blessing of common sense Newly not so common Justifying a brewing on an imperative command So seemingly to enclose her in What if, the answer was buried decades beneath the faraway?    

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