Reduction - [OC] - QB

Reduction

I often think about 


our fake infatuation


our false love                       



At first


We bloomed and birthed our own universe


Planting what ifs


Harvesting what is


Consuming the what will never be


                                

The Beginning


The Middle 


And The End of Us



A violent reduction.

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