(Written 27 February 2016, 10:44 pm.)
Has your broken love mended the fences of my willingness?
Your incessant presence is a strangeness and confusion I take for granted
And forget.
Like the night forgets the sun
And revels in the dense darkness,
Never questioning or wondering about the light that will soon take over.
Has your broken love mended the fences of my willingness?
Your incessant presence is a strangeness and confusion I take for granted
And forget.
Like the night forgets the sun
And revels in the dense darkness,
Never questioning or wondering about the light that will soon take over.
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