the outlier

They caught me flirting with broken words the other day, and blamed me for the time lost trying to get them back in line.

Then they condemned me for wooing unfinished thoughts to dance beneath the moonlight, and claimed I was a distraction while they were on the way to being complete.

I’m beginning to think that they are just looking for an excuse, because I do not speak their language, yet I seem to enjoy soaking in their love notes.


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