Two steps forward, one step back. An over abundance of bliss. A masochist and a saint. Not literally of course. Unison among the regularities. Banded together, supporting weak infrastructure.
One step backward, three more steps back. Two souls forward. Officially unofficial, separated by language. Blatant confusion dispersed between hidden smiles. Unappealing and yet rather enjoyable.
Three feet forward, one conscience back. Love divided by two, distributed amongst the crowd. False promises, dirty deeds, disappointment. A moment of silence for the rinse and repeat fashion.
Ten toes forward, ten fingers back. The path is spotless, almost perfect. Tentacles made of time machines. A weak light that reveals where those limbs should go. Extravagant emotions, bottled up by the universe itself.
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