Of disgruntled martyrs
Of permanent scaffoldings
Of forged lovers’ capers
Of nature’s quandary
Of unimaginative lies
Of romantic dinner rehearsals
Of grey clouds with no chance of rain
Of trying to quit addictions
Of couples’ squabbles
Of being addicted
Of this ruthless city
Of predictability of hopes
Of the colors of walls in my house
Of fucking boring stories
Of half hearted conversations
Of waiting for almost nothing
Of waiting for everything
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