Flip?
Dance.
Twist and contort into shapes of love and...
love.
Love?
Nothing more than lost and unforeseen.
Nothing more than hints of jealousy and permanent damage.
Sigh the last sigh and restrain yourself, dear stomach,
for the knots will not soon untie
and they will more likely be rent in twain.
Have you gotten the hint yet?
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