Exhaustion; waiting endless night
for a word, just one,
hoping for the moment,
a connection.
in a single instant of introspection
I realise...
...the mindless idiocy of love
hurts...
is it {enough} for me?
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for a word, just one, hoping for the moment, a connection. in a single instant of introspection I realise... ...the mindless idiocy of love hurts...
is it {enough} for me?
Author notesI know you do steff...but tonight this is me...so sorry... A contest entry
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