it's tuesday at 2am and it's too late
to tell her
that heart aches are hurried
by hollowed love and affection
withheld
from a lover or stranger
no matter what
ends in tears
began a sigh
or a gesture
philosophies rendered
in lecture
our fictions
our volumes
of tomes burned
for different prospects
perception
or
a change in the diction
every word a
hurst proceeding
flowery verse
fractured by intent
or probably worse
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