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today we are playing "filling in the blank" game

when ny sun

fades to gloom

corona and trump

  roaming

where we can't trace

 

my throat sour

eyelids heavy

almost put to sleep

at a busy working hour

 

then i think of  ___

___  hair 

___  voice

the way ___  says "____"

and _____

 

knowing that love is a fragile form of security

and infatuation grows upon illusion

i still jump right in

 

guess we were born to love.