Coalescing into an ineffable infinity of
serendipity evenings of peculiarity and
fiery. There have been times that I
wanted to weep.
Weep, angered that I ever met you. A
stone, yet I am patient as I gaze into your
eyes. Never understanding completely,
your mind not pliable.
Oh, this despoiled flesh the path to
happiness, the consummation of my brain.
I think this thing called love is very tiring,
very, very, tiring as the tides of life flow
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