You come to me at the oddest of times:
the times when I'd prefer to not think of you at all
But wait -
I NEVER want to think about you
Yet i do
I still live in this castle on a cloud
where I am alone
and so close to you
But why?
must I cling to this incessant vision of us
just when I think myself cured
I can think of a million things wrong
with you
with me
(not to mention your firm refusal of anything that would connect the two)
I love you...I love you not...I love you...I love you not...I love you...I love you not
...I love you...
But in what capacity and what form?
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