~
it's ironic how seven rhymes with heaven
but really, for her it's hell--
a hell she tries to slow down
but she can never stop it, because
it's always going a little too fast--
and maybe she's only riding
on the wings of her own rushed inertia, but
breathless goodbye kisses aren't good enough
or even good
because there's nothing really good
about goodbye--
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