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Kicking, screaming,
bending towards the sunshine.
My heart is pulling me forward
while my mind struggles with the calculations.

“This is impossible,” it claims.
“This is all possible,” it sings.

Another day -
another way to make my dreams a reality
is to suck her scent in from her
light
blue
shirt.

I let my soul expand
in her essence
trapped within the threads.
I let my spirit unwind
within a secret
and unintended seduction.

She is not witness to it
nor a partner in this crime
but she is guilty
just the same.

“I want things to be natural,” she says.
What’s more natural than your scent?
“I don’t want to lose the mystery,” she says
while my mind struggles with the calculations.

“This isn’t happening,” it gasps.
“There’s nothing,” it exhales,
“more real than now -
more embedded in your coding
than the ecstasy you feel
while inhaling the fragrance of this
light
blue
shirt.”