I have no time for love.
I have outgrown Its falsetto tone, Each taffeta deceit, Each crowned conceit.
I have no time for love.
I no longer feel its pain, Hear that forced refrain, Taste stale, ruched lips, Hunt unicorns, chase false wisps.
I have no time to love.
My time is no more my own, Each minute, hour, is on loan, A pawned pledge, a promissory note Redeemable with Death's groat.
9.5.16 5.00 am.
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