Of love
That I
Have been left to mull over
Sour all thoughts
And inclinations.
No decision is free from
The remnants of it.
I carry around it’s stench
Day in and out,
And at night
It manifests in
A paralyzing
Insomnia.
My eye has been twitching for a week.
This is not the way
It was supposed to be.
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