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Bailiwick

 
For some, it has become  
a game, You know.  
 
Potential Lovers  
playing, flirting Fun  
 
shattering hearts  
one by one  
 
unrequited  
pining  
disquieted  
sighing  
lying  
 
It’s a silly game.  
 
I might tell You  
I love You forever;  
but I am not forever  
in this corporeal vessel.  
 
All I have is our “now”  
so I will love You  
today and every “today”  
until we run out of  
“todays.”  
 
We became out of our  
need for intimacy.  
 
For us,  
it’s not a game;  
we are too old  
for that type of shit.  
 
For others,  
it’s still a game  
a silly confusing game.
Written by Tallen (earth_empath)
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