The second second
I realised my thoughts will never be as usual:
R U the right man for me, should I be your wife?
It tore to pieces the first second of confusion.
The 2nd second since you left me I was friendly:
Ascension after the first second of my death.
You act offensive, but I want you back so badly,
U R my love I’m all filled in with every breath.
14-may-2021
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