then recede back; the wind caresses the blooms but does not hold the fragrances far too long; you and I make a good pair a little restrained a little aloof, a little carefree a little too obviously callous in each other's company.
We have not set these boundaries but they have just erupted on their own from our cautiousness of what will people say , how will we face ourselves on our own.
So we pretend to know each other casually if it demands so and sometimes we let caution to the wind and be brazen no less no more.
This game we play with our own souls , our lives, our stories and call it a functional collaboration, a ploy agreed upon mutually.
A plot of blatant lies, camouflaging half truths, emotional gaslighting deliberately construed to bestow a superfluous dignity to a venture which should have been bold enough to stand on its own two feet but instead totters on a deadly combination of vulgar disdain and demure submission.
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