Me And You , And My Solitude

You and me , are exactly what we'll be ,
Two lost souls ,in a fish bowl
dying to be free,
To love many in manic sprees , and to lose most their keys,
reluctantly paying fines of our own emotional fees ,
Subtlety
Better than taxes, with no refund or expansions,
On betrayal,pain, or common bond subtractions ,

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Just being me,
solitary layered in deep fathoms
Renting the devils deed
With no expectations,
of any one single bees, creed or factions -
With thoughts
of building our mansions right ,next to the sea
Diseased it shall seize
Upon our moral vice or virtue,
A continuum slave of me,
While saying thank you, and please
Within
my quite exaltations ,of vast incomprehensible infinite creations -
Can wait till later ,
When it's just us-
You
And
Me

And the over hang
That struts it's seed

Of what will be

Maybe , a single grain
Destined to bleed
Forever hence forth

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