At the request,
Lays a heavier hand
For every merry pour
That started with boredom
And ended up searching for twin flames and soulmates
In the dismal hours of witching.
Where have you been?
The lone figure rejects certainty theyre gone in all the ways that used to tantalize
I miss you more
What’s been going on between us
A whole lot of something usually means I wasn’t invited to this charade of battle
But I’ll take my chances
And stressors that bequest more
Will simply be candy.
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