By the time she met me I'd run out of words.. I'd fallen; a tragic loss of sincerity.. I'd found a need to shine via the seduction of instant gratification.. The images of gloss over no amount of time... No investment and no need to be real. No stains of consciousness, a handshake not a part of the deal. No revelation of memories that recall a different me. No timeline situation that says one plus two equals three.. No reason to believe that love is designed to be free...
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