i don't believe in four letter words anymore.
not even my favorite; the f bomb.
no fork, just spoons-- maybe sporks.
no moon, just lunar shadows.
no flaw, just imperfection.
no more, just not enough.
no song, just a melody, and a chorus.
no your, no mine, just possession.
no love, and no hate, just technicalities.
the last; i have no idea what to
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