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shaking hands mean nothing
this is one of the things i've
learned
since being with you
don't look for things which
aren't there
like hope
or a future
everything will be fine
nothing is trembling
except my soul
trying to balance
on a mashed heart
i
I want to write
About suns and moons
Stars
Being strong
Of rising above it all

But

It always comes back
To you
And you
And sometimes you

Rage and grief
Confusion
Neuroticism
Jealousy

So

I'll start there

— The End —