# Untitled 38 (Conversate)

by ThisIsShe|Mags

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Your prophetic,

lucid words confuse me into petty conversation;

                                                                        What was that about the weather?

My attempt to punish –

                                       (withhold)

                                                                                                    keep –

from you

would be in vain.

                                                               But oh,

 how I love!

(vanity.)

 


 

Written in response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt – “Third Rate Romance.”

 

 

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