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Nov 26, 2012, 02:40 AM
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Originally Posted by quizzickle
I'm unsure of what social qualities I lack but I'm constantly aware that I miss much. My heart is there...but so much more is mired or missing. I feel as though many times I'm in masquerade, walking amongst the natives...I can pass in passing...little else. It's sad sometimes....often in fact. I dally with the locals...always a peripheral being. I don't get the rules...I have never understood why. Complex poop it is. Too much for me....today anyway. Adept at adapt not. This day anyway. Too introspective to belt out a round of oaths n' cusses either. I do that when I'm adapting. *grin*
Iron pyrite...filings of rust...crosslegged in the dirt I gamble
worthless riches
spill from the holes in my pockets
...I hear laughter as I scramble to save what I can
...but I'm playing alone
and the laughter's my own.
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Pops,
One's periphery is another's perception depending on the direction in which they face.
You do not, nor have you ever, drifted on the border of my view.
You have always stood before me, the mark in which I am aiming, striding toward, with an unwavering focus I set steps. The others, dissolving, distorted visions falling at my flanks.
Certain in my direction, your,
-FB
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