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I think I just wrote a poem.

Strangers

Can I offer you a hint? A candied piece of truth? 

From the days of innocence to the conclusion of your youth.

We are all concerned, worried past wonder.

For what if you transgress 

or worse 

do not recover.

For you are half of him and also half of me.

But nothing comes of nothing.

You crave reality.

If tomorrow does not come, where does the finger fall?

The parents who held you tight 

or you who failed to crawl?

Steps misguided 

through a veil of security. 

Only disregard this piece of advice

if you seek after danger 

You should have listened to your mother. 

Don’t ever talk to strangers.

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slanting:

sans titre by venus_in_fur on Flickr.
seekinqs:

concedable:

These violent delights have violent ends
William Shakespeare

metally groovy
20aliens:

Standing Lovers, 2004 by Nick and Sheila Pye
nitrqin:

 
arunaea:

untitled by Kate Van Bee on Flickr.
euoria:

Boho ╳ Bambii
wildstag:

{by schoolyard_games, on Flickr}
wildstag:

Bonjour . by C a r o l i n e ♥ on Flickr.
21estrella:

untitled by Astrid. on Flickr.