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Hasty Love
When I think of you and me – me, myself and I – it’s clear we are a story unfinished, overdone. So many ways you can tell it –
it is still all news –
and it seems forever
unending, overused. Photo: Camille Brodard Maendly / Unsplash The wonder of being this –
this ephemeral bullshit –
grips us in a vice
unforeseen, overlooked.
If changes happen in summer –
summer of our youth –
we wouldn’t know what to do
undecided, overdue.
To sense a new beginning –
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