why does the broken part
and leave me wondering
if what my inside has departed to
is a place at all
(or that i could know what each word is accompanied by in eyes or lips or minds thoughts or feeling or feeling that my reciprocation is a little much and that perhaps its fun to give and uneasy to receive and i hope i cant read your thoughts and that mine change to see instead of always straining to discern the negatives of what you could feel if i say i love you one too many times)

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