We The Creators

We, creators of circuitous love,

flouting every possible rule made by conventions.

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Am I overestimating our originality?

How could I bear you

gifting flatter to anyone but me?

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In their abandoning nature

the days pass, and all is dread.

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My love made of ink and light

I am not exxagerating,

I'd rather die than having to contend

with someone

knowing I might not prevail (and lose you).

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Just thinking about it lightly enough,

just enough to put the thought on paper...

I feel death's caress on my stomach.