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August 9, 2015
So, I say this persona I fondle in my privations has its way when I set it aside as a trinket without substance, a mere dream that cannot be touched, though it touches me continually, penetrating deep in its silent way, as I carry on oblivious to the rationale that I control my controlling, a rule without concrete functionality, without tenets or form, being, as it must, an unseen elixir, magic potion, long forgot from a time when its nature was vivid and denied at once, like the crush that faded while it burned the hottest, finding no real earth.