It is mechanical.

My feelings have been reeled in like a fish. 

I am bait to my soul mate.

I am nothing more then a shadow to her sun, the dust fallen from a freshly baked hot cross bun.

I am living because of her light, she helped me fight when it all seemed to be anything but bright. 

Naturally I am captured by the essence of thought, lured by the fragrance of chance and enthralled by the gunning for glory. 

I just wish my sun was not her moon, my daylight her night sky, my polar opposite as time rolls right past our eyes... 

The End

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