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I know what you did last month
And I forgive you
Two swordfish swimming involuntarily in a seethrough vessel, of course, they are going to fuck, and hard.
The lack of oxygen apparently spins the moral compass of killing you or dying for you, and hard.
The liquid’s php turned alkaline, bitter to withstand, as loving turned hating or the other way around, can’t quite remember now, as my throat is hell dry to even sing: “How deep is your love, is your love how deep is your love, I really need to learn. cause we’re living in a world of fools, breaking us down”
I know I feel you crying, at least I wish, so I could empathize, forgive you better than anger the dead, the dead love I once wanted to revive, until you showed up, a swordfish, which I adore, by the way, your new form of survival.
Brave new you, tackling life goals, and crumbling inside for the reversed rebound, baby swim home.
Not in tears, but in joie de vivre, I miss the simple you but understand she is long gone, better off dead, in my aching mind, erasing yesterday’s line I can’t but I can swing by tomorrow and caress your beautiful tender blushing, begging skin when you realized two swordfish is just too much, for a love to be replaced, we’ll know in hindsight.
Like always, never again.
Yours.
