I don’t want to fall in love with words anymore.
I want to fall in love with you.
You’re like bait tied on by string from a stick in front of my nose.
But the stick is long so I can’t even see you.
I sense though. Do you even believe in sense anymore? Now that you are taking that class that makes you question fortune tellers and mind readers?
Absence makes the heart grow stronger. I want you because I can’t have you.
gimme gimme gimme gimme.
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