When
When you think "I love you so much that I would kill to get rid of that incalculable suffering,
and smile with pride knowing I have done a favor."
With spring
harassing my clavicle,
twisting my spinal cord,
write these lines with anger dripping from my fingers,
lost in a hopeless time, including hearts, feelings, banes and lost steps.
uneven and floating, floating, floating ..
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