I keep thinking
that we will have a good laugh,
and this will all
just go away,
but then I remember
that it won’t,
and I want to grab her
and run;
before it is too late
it’s hard,
when you know
that you’re playing
a dangerous game,
but helpless
to stop;
every minute,
every second;
is a tiny little
victory.
.
.
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