Fiction

I don’t often talk about love

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I don’t often talk about love
By the time I started talking
Love’s already gone

Love is rude
Love comes and love goes
Love grows then love dies
Love doesn’t say hi
Love never bothers with goodbyes

Love just leaves
and I’m there

hanging



Love is fast
Love’s in and love’s out
Love doesn’t follow a route
So I don’t know where love goes

I’m just there searching in doubt
dfgfdgdsgfsdgd hoping love’s still around

But love’s gone

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