and ready to
vomit.
The cool breeze
of train winds
suffice
to keep entrails
from expelling
insides.
And I am coming
from a school of
thought that
wonders why you
didn't when you
should have.
That you love me
is undeniable, and
something
absolutely worth
holding onto--how
ever
that might be. But
if you think about
things now,
there isn't much we
could do to loosen
the grip.
Then fucking fuck,
you've got to meet
you half
way, which, with my
half off the picture,
is more
actually more like
meeting you all
the way.
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