I made an erroneous decision regarding you my love. For you no longer are my love. A vast expanse that offers very little explorative desire, for I am a wanderer lost amongst your desolate lands. Where your capricious emotion creates limitless terrain and I am forever itinerant within this enigmatic embrace. The oasis offer little respite, and I remain anguished, deprived. Dehydrated. Starved of attention. Consider me dear, for these thoughts I think do not cohere. They are dismantled by your inquisitive stare and dispersed along the contours of this realm, many a foothill, trapped within a knoll. Confined to your heartless, unfeeling atoll. Grant me reprieve, or do not grant me at all.
And thus I wander. I have investigated every inlet, every ounce of strength that you no longer possess. I have scaled your vast emotional temperament, and swam the mighty deluge that drowns the thought process. I amble, I muse, ponder the thoughts that continuously assail me. Unabated, I wander on. Your contorted expression, delivers another stormy recession. A progressing stagnancy. That consumes me.
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