trepidation
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What is her name?
She’s not my friend
I admire her from a distance
So powerful and graceful
From afar, she is perfect
Can you imagine what it would mean
Were I to follow you in the hunt?
Were I to put my hollow dreams
Out into the sun with a strong-willed punt.
To touch another,
oh, how I long to feel
his skin against mine,
if only to finally know
Sometimes nothing holds me together,
The bond is ruined straight from the seam.
I look around and reach through forever,