I think in fragments.
Half-sentences, rushed together.
Incomplete.
Human.
You think in beautiful rhymes and phrases.
Sewn together with careless precision.
Perfect, godlike.
How could I have ever hoped for us to last?
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 10:00 PM UTC
I think in fragments.
Half-sentences, rushed together.
Incomplete.
Human.
You think in beautiful rhymes and phrases.
Sewn together with careless precision.
Perfect, godlike.
How could I have ever hoped for us to last?
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