The rift… the drift
IloveyouhorriblyIloveyousorely IloveyouintentlyIloveyourelentlessly IloveyouweaklyIloveyoumeekly Iloveyoudailyhourlyweekly
IloveyouhorriblyIloveyousorely IloveyouintentlyIloveyourelentlessly IloveyouweaklyIloveyoumeekly Iloveyoudailyhourlyweekly
without even a call…
was it love at all
She seemed so serious
as if it took concentration.
“Try the train station,” an ally alleged.
“Where will it take me,” I wondered back,
“heart in hand,
past the epicenter of Insanity station…
is it so easy to leave love
to rush off without a word
to run away spurred by anger
for what occurred
is it not absurd…
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