"Love doesn't exist, don't try to fool Yourself..."
She letout in the same tiresome tone of late.
"... little moments,
that constrain the soul,
but,
upon the inescapable
instant-
they all,
become forgetfulness
mute in indifference.
Lost,
trapped within the ether...
One more piece of furniture,
abandoned, tossed,
along the side of the road,
empty of value,
-with nothing more to offer.
Unraveling little by little,
thread after thread,
with every stern wind,
with everything we said.
Under the relentless sun
of a desert,
that seems to
become, so much
larger each day.
Trapped
in the dream,
in a sweet desire,
in a fantasy-
that once upon a time
there was an afternoon,
where I felt loved,
and maybe...
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