Emotion parading around in
the chariot of tears,
invectives thrown back and
forth
like cupid's arrows loose,
wild,
again we are at odds
standing hollow beings
then together
arm in arm
we trample on the love
we built,
the carousel is burnt,
there will be no repetition
this habit of loving and
loathing
ends now,
ends here.
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