so much for love poems, Shams, seems I've got a crisis on my hands,
my lover, he doesn't love me anymore.
if that's not a crisis, I don't know what is?
like a tiny little berry in my goddess hands,
unintentionally,
i think i know what the end looks like
because i've seen it so many times.
It looks like this.
and I just refuse to open my eyes and see it.
wasn't i just saying how boring my life had become only
yesterday?
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