distance becomes sweet
roller coaster love
repeating the constancy
of beginnings
the same windows
and doors that open
and close
familiar light
getting in every morning
cliches of promises
boring days and hours unchallenged
cold, everything i touch is cold,
i retreat to this bitter victories
sorrow shall i love more
numbing sweetness
this nameless state
what is no longer a question
the roof and the ceiling
crushing us both
let us have a little space between us
let us plant the words.
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