love poem
I start to write, unsure of what will come to form these lines, like someone with a drum- stick experimenting or some fool scientist inventing by numbers. Noise reverberates incessantly; boys with sushi sit together or apart. The sudden weather stays outside while I - quite vulnerable - sense my pride collapsing like warm water from a bucket. Fuck it - I'll speak before my voice gets lost, and say: had I the choice between a brand new start, more things to do and life together, I'd choose you.
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