Even with you now I fell you pull away, nothing like the love we held yesterday. Even now I can sense your true desire is to be free, who am I to hold thee captive? Your heart one of a stallion that must race, your spirit locked with me is one at a slower pace, one you do not desire but one we all have felt. A love that is peaceful yet peace-less for your restless longing.
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