How many times we split up

 

 

 

 

 

 

rose, whiteHow many times we split up! He never learns.
Watch up, sweep up, I said to him. Remember
we must tiptoe walk now: maybe the last time
that we try to get a future together! I also said
happy, “We walk on the same path again”. But
I was wrong of course. And I realized quickly it
cannot be possible, because we not even walk
on parallel roads, not side by side as we image
urged to see the other. And he will never learn.

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