"We sat on
rooftops, talking about
not talking and sipping
clichés down weathered throats,
ones pained from words we
choked on and actions we
never spoke of but instead
let hang in reverential silence
full of repressed smiles
and love that wouldn’t
-could never -
last."
- BETTYRIZZO, CHASING YOUR ROOM WHILE THE SUMMER LASTS (Winter 2013)
Love that wouldn't - could never - last.
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