Monday, February 12, 2018

Of More

If I sighed,
would it all be over?

Over again,
or did that mean it was beginning,
just at a different marker,
with different chalk,
and further to the right,

which they always promised was right with the curve,
but I knew differently,
the same way that not all minutes lasted the same length,

the same way a lot of things could be explained,

until we all got bored of each other,
which would happen,
would always,
always happen---

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