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Of all the whirlwind romances,
I think I like you best.
To think people only cared enough to get by,
Used you up, then leave you to die.
We’re just wading against the tides,
Swimming in a deeper shade of concrete.
Warring with my static dreams,
I keep a picture of you in my mind,
Hanging crooked, high on the corner.
And I think of you,
Through my darkest hours,
All the times I will soon be burned.
Bursting ecstatically at the seams,
My mind starts to boggle with the notions,
I wonder why it took me so long to see,
The true emptiness within.
But none of that really matters anyway,
We’ll both bring something to the table,
And try to make a whole.
Throw it, mend it, tape it up.
Cause we play a dangerous game,
And the wager is getting high.
We’re on a wild goose chase this time,
My whirlwind romance and I.
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