Tunnels
In the days we sit down and contemplate
the ways in which nothing can flow through space.
In our mind what a vicious affection has gone through our veins ,
our hearts will stop the hands of time.
For the hopeless romantic who cannot provide romance is not the ready
for the message of violent love.
Infatuation will turn these miles of dirt into an endless graden ,
that only we can enjoy.
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