For real,
For what is felt,
And unfelt,
I am for what is learned,
What is unlearned,
For imitated,
For created,
I’m not for promises,
I am for what I possess,
Not for an embrace,
But for a caress,
I am not for momentary,
But for ages long to carry,
I am not for love,
If sky colored it temporary.
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