One in seven billion, three, perhaps

the chances of one is slim to none.

Around it goes, this cycle of llfe,

or love as it is. Wandering wonders

that is all we are, forming loves that

are unfit for life… if only to suit the need

the need for acceptance, for physical

touch. the need to be wanted for more

than just fucks. Chances are slim and

concessions will be made. A lucky few

may find their true, but the settler’s reality

is for the rest.  Folly it may be, time alone

will tell.  Choose carefully, your future is

yours, design it.as you will.

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