5. quite mending

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i told myself not to think about you again
i waited this so long for my heart to mend
but when your eyes charr into mine,

i fall
fall
fall—
treacherous.
and i fall
falll
fall—
precarious.

and i fall and fall and fall and—
i choose to be perilous
i choose to be hurt
i choose our love, incredulous
and i opt for the painful curt.

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