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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