I remain a fool for temptation.
Artificial moments
Dripping with tension
Once a week or less
Is too much for too little of you.
I can never tell
whether your hesitance
is bitterness or the leftovers
of the lost love we'll never have.
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Where impossibility becomes reality in the paradox of tranquility and tragedy.
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