For all it is worth
love bears no clause
just misses and pause
just simply...because
I have loved as ought
possibly too well to a fault
guided by heartbeats
by unthinking thoughts
fumbling like manmade gods
mucked up, botched
nightly lonely monologues
seeking reasons naught
just mere echoes
just faint whispers
as I hold out in suspended bewilder
sustained by the ghost of a lover
like bread and butter
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