The chapter never ends if
You do not read the last line
So we pull it on and over
Into Real Life where
You get bigger and stronger
And take me with you
Like a current, swept up
Pulling me along
A caring wave that
Will not stop until we reach the shore
‘I believe that I hate you more than anything
Else in the world’ are the truest words
You ever penned and
The pain in which we celebrate and devour each other
Is the marrow core of what we are because
We are not a work of fiction.
- For Beau Voge
- For Beau Voge
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