What is your Lot?

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So this is my lot.
Family in three cornersof the world and a lover in the fourth.
Come untie me from this prison of my self.
Come save me from the prosthetic attachment.
Like a disease. Liberate me from the growth of the sack.

Flowing Tides.
Crowning Strides.
Stopped Canines.
Packed and Brewed.
Misconstrued.
What am I to say
While I'm away?

Pleasant sensations engulf my head. Wanting no reason to proclaim you dead.

Kissing you face as you slept.
Cuddling me close,
Gave me the warmest
feeling.
Tender love.
So gentle and pure.
Can I really be the one
for us to endure?
Has our time come or do
we persuade the ultimate
dilemma to remain in
delay?