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[vicioushannah]

when, by chance, too many thoughts have
taken up residence in my mind,
I'm forced to recede from reality
and tip-toe the land of made-believe
to give them places and faces and plans.

we fall apart, and fall together,
and awkwardly fill each other
with the need to be.

my unreason sparkles and
suggests I run with you
(to away: once away);
just say the Word.

My quiet mind confides: I don't trust your warmth;
you've tempted me with her inconstancy before,
yet I cannot be away...
more phemes, please.