These cycles marked by straight-line discrepancies, throat markings of manias summoned by secrets, unkept in this season of strange and sudden restraint we are a silent regression, expansion of minds yin-yanged into collision I am the line, you are the tide surrounded by questions and lies, a wholeness, impurified by beauty inconsistent in the ocean's eyes, a wave passes too quickly to hold.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this about my relationship with my girlfriend (now
my ex), who has bipolar disorder.... and we tried so hard,
but.....
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