You know,

I don’t understand why you don’t love me. In the verb sense, to love. I know you Love me. But why you don’t love me, it makes no sense. Daytime deaths are common in the stretching that exists between us. White civics are a glaring highway hauntings, now, for me. 

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Posted on Saturday, 5 May
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