she goes and goes
going
go
anywhere
elsewhere
everywhere
but still..
her mind is still at the dead end
with no turn out.
Brick wall
rugged.
Once newly constructed.
Will stay there until time brings it
falling apart.
Slowly.
But eventually.
Nothing strange about that
Strange,
love is a losing game.
Love,
will stay.
Game,
it was ever never.
But does it matter?
Why am I waiting.
What am I waiting for.
Chase,
over and over.
Turn around!
(no response)
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