in this space
in a short span
i've written
something true
and shaking but
i deleted it and
write this instead
something light
and insignificant
for i am tired
writing about us
something so true
and hurting and
i have decided to
spare ourselves
from this matter
for a time: we
set aside truths
for a while, you
know, many already
died.
Thanks we are
still in love and
so alive.
you don't have
to believe me.
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