Love Poem

Love
If love have the end
If the day is chalk white
If Anna Karenina is jealous of Scarlett
they said
Love is plague
It’s coming
There is no cure anyway
Tomorrow may never come
We are tonight
Wild wild days
Indulgence of indulgence

I remember the afternoon wind
I remember the lights at night
I remember everything hazy

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