He’d run out of opinions.
He couldn’t explain anymore.
It wasn’t burnout.
No point to make sense.

It became increasingly
difficult to choose sides.

I feel like moses. Fuck
umpteen commandments.

As long as it lasts my love
for you to keep adore and hold.
She smiled sweetly.
“You’re adorably sentimental!”

He was taken in small doses.

No longer entitled.
15 minutes of fame.
The wait’s way too long.
In future the allotment.
The length of this line.

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