Seabird

I cry
You close your ears
I weep
You shut your eyes
I reach
You run away
I write
You burn the paper
I wait
You rush on
I look
You turn your cheek
I eat
You poison the food
It’s like you’re doing all you can
So I don’t fall in love with you.
Well, here’s some news:
Too late.

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