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Love is Tiring…

22 Jul

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Coalescing into an ineffable infinity of serendipity evenings

of peculiarity and fiery. There have been times that I wanted

to weep.

 

Weep, angered that I ever met you. A stone, yet I am patient

as I gaze into your eyes. Never understanding completely, your

mind not pliable.

 

Oh, this too, too, despoiled flesh the path to happiness, the

consummation of my brain. I think this thing called love is very tiring,

very, very, tiring as the tides of life flow onward.

 

©elizabethannjohnsonmurphree

 
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