You think love is a guessing game
and you have to win, every, single, time.
As if you had expertise and know-how:
the last time you loved
the heart you broke sounded
like a chicken bone
a dog snapped in half.
// on the wind // I heard your name // on the grass // a long time ago // had to be a thousand years, at least // in the night // the though...
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