Telling these stories hoping a clean slate.
About you know what and you know who.
Years too far and years too late.
About when I fell and which I blew.
Searching for The One.
They said.
What comes after The One?
The next one.
The other one.
They said.
For better or worse, she chooses.
Getting out of formality.
Every little details every little excuses.
Making path out of technicality.
All these years I've been listening,
To my own gate, opening.
Always looking.
Secretly wishing.
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