Black Confetti Gone
Our conversations quickly turn to black confetti.
Dining in separate cells.
Fingering our cell phone pals to death.
Until they turn us on.
Chips in our relationship throb.
Yellow tape outlining respect.
Where does love go?
Oh, where does love go when it's
gone?
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