Untitled Part 43

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Oh you who will knock the air out of my lungs / come sooner come faster / do you not know how much I wish to find you / because when we're found / our truth can unbecome the lies we've spewed over the years / I should not chase you / yet I go against my better judgement / call you a mistake I was fated to do / over and over again / love is an active volcano you glide over / and sometimes you do not make it out / in one piece / and sometimes love is a breeze over our heads / love is a circus entertainer keeping us surprised as she trapezes / we forget that love is not innocent / it profits over our loneliness / over the glorious way we break apart / like stars exploding / love is the most selfish thing you can ever feel / it is the most selfless too / love is how we sell ourselves short / how we end up in a ditch of self neglect / love is death and love is the dead reawakening / love is life preserved in vinegar / love is how we rot / to the core

-july 30, 2022
says the notes app

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Was it hard to read? I hope so. Maybe the formats wrong, I hope it is because everything about it feels wrong to me. Might publish something moodier later. Giving up on rhyming is strangely liberating btw.

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