Iltloeenyyststektg doesn’t spell anything.

Like I always do I
Overthought it all.
Very nearly drove myself mad, but
Even thru it all

We still managed to
Imitate strangers who used to be
Lovers who long to be
Lovers again.

But the world stands in our way.
Unless we can love unconditionally,
Intimacy will always taunt us.
Like a fire that
Doesn’t have the oxygen it needs

To breathe, but
Really someone is smothering it because
Us would destroy her. But we can drink
Seventy five south and stay up all night
Talking about where we went wrong.

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