destructive affair (Remove filter)
I thought you’d moved on
We are reduced to WhatsApp now you’ve left
the ting tells me your specks of thought, no touch
I think you may be synaptically challenged, cheat
your triad of expectations; you, me and her!
If you are trying to separate us, send me messages,
unfurl your inner petals of speech so you can serve me
and I’ll dissolve them into cadences of text history;
a nexus of hope deleted and u...
Thursday 28th October 2021 1:03 pm
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