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It’s late ,
it is always late when you realize ;
it is always late when you actually realize ,
that love is not at all anything like -
“ sugar and spice and everything nice ”
it is always late when you realize ,
that love is in fact ,
“ tormenting bliss ,
nicotine and
nothing is downright alright ” ;
it’s always late ,
always late to back out ;
always late to leave and to walk out ;
it is always late .
it’s late ,
because it’s meant to be THAT WAY ;
meant to be ,
‘ too late to back out ’ ;
because it’s meant to be ;
so that , so that you can never ,
NEVER ‘ back out ’ ;
because it’s meant to be -
‘ f o r e v e r and a l w a y s ’ ;
and that is the only reason ,
why it is what it is -
“ always too late
always to late to back out ” ;
it is forever and always ,
and that is the only reason why
it is always too late .
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into her phenakistoscope
Poetry«« when her life was at a halt , an illusion of motion was created and in her dreamlike state , her reality and her imagination met and gave her a blurred vision , her phantasmagoria took birth where her soul saw dreams of a...
