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contorted in oath to work together,
despite agony
Kissing only on breaks
Absence the right fuel
for the almost wickless candle of love
& an almost elastic feeling when bent to the limit
I can’t take this anymore. The end.
freedom calls after passing boundaries—almost.
…but maybe you’re right: I overreact
War—of
teeth on teeth, then back to start:
How could you! POW! leads to
You hurt me leads to
I’m sorry leads to
I love you
the major thing knotting us together is an almost weightless piece of metal—the watch i gifted you 4 years ago:
a reminder of the time invested in us.
Seundede Kubeyinje
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