calling you

Notification message: You never call

My fingers are broken I type back,

Ready to fire off another sixteen pages of reasons.

I don’t control these random acts of emotion,

They are par for the course

My guilty pleasure,

is

Toiling & toying with ideas;

Love the image

Removing hearts from image

The song plays on repeat.

Stars falling,

Zeus striking down,

Swan like in song.

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