Previction #3

A calm, yet sincere reflection 

Breathing new life into our connection

As it laughed, it howled, however breathless

What a fucking mess this was

And you were mine

So eagerly defined;

As denial kept us further confined

Fixated and somehow, still, I’m deprived

Meanwhile you’re fully satisfied

Girl, you don’t have to lie

With heavy concentrations fixed on toeing the line

And still we were running out of time

From OG’s bakesale to the frontline

“Meet me on Solano Drive”

With November first deadlines 

You were the contentious Scribe

Although failing to define

We were infinite



You’re mine


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