Orgo

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EXOTHERMIC

I want to be
True.
To love
And my beloved.
Acceptance is never earned
As human nature runs
Like a related, perpendicular line
Crossing briefly
It's counterpart.
One's interest
Is in one's story.
One story feels empty.
Cross the threshold
Guarantee an entrance
Official.
An agreement
Vague and elusive,
Seemingly worth it.
Voice alone calls,
"Risk is catalyst,
come or go."
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