Eventually, all feelings pass.
Eventually, everything passes.
Nothing is forever, forever
will the nothingness be.
The lake, the temperate forest,
we're in a postcard scenery.
I worry about you and me,
stepping on dry leaves while
we head to the lake where
I promised to drown you.
No more broken promises,
you say. You're over-reacting,
I say. But I drown you anyway.
You were asking for it. And
the adrenaline passes eventually.
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