l.o.v.e.
l.o.v.e.
ran out of things to do
it wasn't boring
was going home alone
it wasn't lonely
in for the long run haven't even started
the length and distance
the length and distance
as usual however, forgetting and remembering
this play of memory seems an endless repetition
deserves reflection, fiction and reality
these ways will kill a man these ways will save you
l.o.v.e.
l.o.v.e.
nothing ventured nothing gained
pass this space if you want to
everything will fall apart
but in the end it will resolve
l.o.v.e.
l.o.v.e.

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