I lost one, I have found one, I went back to the beginning of it.
The marking, I want more of your ideas and less of your Infinite.
Looked in, looked out, The placement that would never fit.
Forgetful, that to look is the instinct. but when you leave, take the flesh with it.
Don't look at me now, Look at my intellect, The things i leave behind like footsteps...
The Question.
The Musing.
The Confusion.
The Doubt.
The Betrayal.
Lost one...
I looked at you turn and walk away...
Look at you turn and walk away...
The Replay.
I lost one
A Strong Page
The reflection
suggesting that the Mind is the strongest to blind.
The mind is the action that deserves what is Infinite.
Footsteps...
I lost one.
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