If I empty the contents of my mind upon the page,
you read.
You might just blush and turn away from me.
I may not find you ever again, as you may avoid me, like you do the rain.
Those turns of the head and eyes that suspect.
These things smooth out with everyday respect.
I don't want to let the fit of your disguise interrupt what is happening.
The day you dream bubbled in fear- don't reach out and tap me.
Let me be appropriate and tell you what is true.
Life is full of choices and if the current ones fell through.
Then you gotta reconfigure and let in the new.
Who will love you thoroughly later.
So in need of a stimulator.
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