where do we go from a confession
will the only secrets we talk about be all the fears
and you refuse to fade away. i have to stay away.
i am afraid of their friends asumed hatred.
i am afraid of where love goes when its wasted. where it goes if its not tasted.
where do we put somting that would not have lasted?
will spite replace the empty hours, the silence not mastered?
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