our seventh placement
six attempts at a heaven where the rhymes never quite added up.
these sounds of giving up are never as loud as those giving in.
Did this layer of silence and excommunication overwhelm our forced false redundancy?
this final fourth line drawn in the sand might just be enough to bury another lost love forever.
… and again there’s an end;
we’ve signaled our faithless lost selves and punctuated prematurely with less.
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