The edge of freedom.

Is why perpetually drawn and draw near who maim for needs content...to cry ultimately? An effusion of dolour readied to forge forth...when only notched tears of exasperation overrun, the bona fide affliction, agonising splitting in two borne of derelict duty, disobliging presupposition, ultimatum, dependent condition masquerading as love was stimied. The chasm has yet to fatten enough, crack wide for seeth the way, passage to continue where always it laid...the untainted tenderness resting uneasily within, out of sync with institution, in indefectible euphony with esse, acclimatized to jingle my spirit yearns to jauntily vocalize, twirl my soma aches to spill, expression laid in waiting within, mewl to be witnessed, attended.

Centre of attention removed self from psyche in subjugate meet with unripe infantile, shifty addictive insistence of the other. Astray are we to interrelation, worried, horrified misled...break now the fetter, breach to locate domicile, become requirement paramount for I preserve. Gain relish in solus, not abscond. Now off to squall tears for emancipation, in considerate freedom, we all shall prevail.