In pain, I don’t think about words. They simply
t
u
m
b
l
e
ever so effortlessly from my
mouth,
until love causes my throat to dry and
I am left gagging,
probing with ink-stained fingers
to vomit out some form of putrid
sincerity onto the
pages.
The problem is,
lovers
only like fiction.
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