Gray love

Far out of reach from being capable of ever overcoming and becoming anything real. 
Easy to revolve imaginations through doors of the mind, 
free thought as novacane, numb enough to fall through cracks into a recycled state. 
Love that never matures, hanging on to too many memories.

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