incomplete.
August 8, 2013 § Leave a comment
our love is
still confined to
a kind of tetris jail:
the right space still does not exist
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maybe i’m trying to plant flowers in all of these dark spaces
and the emptiness of naked temporary promises
———–
i can’t shake your faith:
so resolute in your allegiance to practicality
only entertaining our version of a 90 minute fairy tale
long enough for Sunday to come again so you can
go to church and renew your religion in pessimism
and drink from a cup half empty
finding solace in triumphing over happiness with the
mask of logical reasoning
…
to be continued.
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