Complex: each avenue explored
In mind. He's there, and so
En route, each point's revised,
Re-made, re-emphasized, re-shared.
And on arrival's tripping feet, it
Withers. Where's the need?
To stand on feet when bland
Half-smile holds so-called
Peace intact, small
Talking hides turmoil of what
I never was:
Afraid
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