Overconsideration Rose to Codial Ignorance
Overconsideration rose to cordial ignorance,
but the passion of passion which passion endows,
sad and unforgiving;
there is no limit to how far apart we can drift.
tackle separation now,
the sadness background looms,
love came about, and went, and came,
perpetually futile, paradoxical,
enough of never love!
I depart from it,
leaving it behind.
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