finals, part three.

[sprinklerthief]

after proving the existence of my own willpower in a two decade long tryst, i wandered back by your little corner of the world and found words stolen from my songs. i wandered your plazas and alleyways and found angry gouges carved into marble statues of lovers. i paused on the bridge to your house to hear your far off shouts of ridicule and cold,

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[sprinklerthief]

somebody out there
still cares enough about the written word
to belittle it in courier new.