The Argument Truck

Little Trees Air Fresheners and old frieswedged between an old rubber car mat older than you and I.Inside this four by two box of rusty metal upon battered brown upholstery. Why are our hands not intertwined? Your hands flare up like an explosion amidst a grand war. Cease-fire! Cease-fire! Because I love you is just another arrangement of letters. Love needs no justification nor reason. I love you, not because I love you, I just love without refrain or second thought. Do you? 

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