love is a confusing process
of entrapment and betrayal
a conversation you can't foretell
there is no body on the stage
to gather around, cross ourselves
and pray
it undermines the consciousness
and assuages by mania
i reproduce the exact same thoughts
and gamble your obsession never ends
a confining process
love is
of lower case b's
and Russian tragedies
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