i want it to shine.
to be precise and perfect.
i don't want to say
what i have to say,
trying hard to be nice.
it's not ready.
it's not good.
it's rambling. it needs
work
then silence from the
other side.
you don't love me,
do you? i insert
an elongated sigh
into the dry silence.
i'm done with the business
of giving advice.
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