Textodeath
Love. Unrequited , unacted.
In torture
A prison of the soul
An endurance campaign
Cold war tactic
A bottomless hole
Juggernaut winds. Chaotic rain
My persistence, in text, now sent
Driven insane
Infinite distance
Confused - no kiss - No answer
And still no end
No incidents or accidents
Not one happy coincidence
Just privacy
Lonesome sick sense
That this romance
A travesty
deny a first or last chance.
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