traffic jam

When paper hearts colored in crimson are left on the window sill,

the sun fades love away.

People walk-by not seeing the cracked lines or scribble in the sky.

Fidelity is an unwanted seatbelt and monogamy is driving the speed limit.

But salvation is a traffic jam when we care to look inside.

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Chester Delagneau


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