You make isn’t into is
The was, to will ,the will to whenever.
Something’s in to certain forever’s.
Spell it out, drag me in.
A virtue of romantic sin.
A reason of emotion
Hidden in a mindful wit.
But; most of all you make me
Write stuff like this.
heartfelt, but a bit shit.

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