One more pointless action
Written in the dust
Disappearing disappointment
Dreading going back
Dreading going back
Bowing to the fight inside
Saying no more no mas
It’s not lust it’s love
It’s love
I swear it is
I just won’t die for you
Is that the catch?
I feel like it’s the catch
Artemis caught the catch and then sent tiny wild things
Now the birds laugh in the bushes
Messengers
Just another pointless action
Because I love you
But there’s this trench
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