Can you be my quantum mechanics?
Because you love it?
No, because I can't make sense of it.
Only if you be my quantum physics.
Because you can't make sense of it?
No, because it thinks it's the coolest thing on earth.
A passing nurse glanced at the ward door and smiled softly, as ancient love and bygone insults were traded over two rumpled, tear-stained bedsheets. The raspy chuckle of the old man echoed through the wall long after she had walked away.
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Poetry[On hold] Key: |Straight Brackets| - Poetry. \Tilted Brackets/ - Passionate, Vaguely Poetic Prose or Free Verse. ~Wave Brackets~ - Poetry specifically between 1 and 3 sentences in length. ☆☆ For everyone, Who finds, Not in a graveyard or cretamorium...
