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Jul 2014
Ceaseless rope
of heart-strings
and hope
coiled around my neck.

A knot held strong
with the words
of a song
and what lurked in-between the words.

Wrapped around tight
fitting
just right
one last breath to spare.

There is no use
fighting with
a love noose,
body limp and empty of air.
Love is never chosen, it can only be felt, dealt with or broken.
BÜG
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BÜG
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