I.
Knock on your door.
Fear.
This will be like before.
Repeated.
Stuffy form of passion.
Passion.
Confused with compassion.
Romance.
Created from platonic love.
Love.
From Xeryus cologne and a gentle shove.
Me.
Pushing you under false pretense.
You.
Worrying for my common sense.
This.
Is a variation on your part.
New.
Poison from your heart.
Mixed.
From my effervescence.
Compiled.
From fragments of my presence.
Lust.
For my wasted self worth.
Pressure.
To rebuild my earth.
Forgetting.
Your mind won't allow feeling.
Knowing.
This will only be an ephemeral greeting.
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