Does that make them terrible, though? Or unable to be trusted?
nothing is perfect, but nothing worth striving for comes without imperfection along the way.
something like sulfur, something like chlorine–
like a cold wind, ever-discerning.
just like you knew it would
be there to believe your betrayal
as something sweet, simple– sugar-
I love love as it visits back upon myself.
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