To Pisces

Everything distant becomes near to me
Truth and truth like TNT.
I can’t spell more clearly the verses
How all spells are nearly curses.
And still you insist on coming around
Tiptoe trampling flowers right to the ground.
You knew I’m so tired of fighting grace
Was it hard for you to find my hiding place?
Or easy like I am for you all the time
Like my love poem
chain letter
nighttime rhymes?

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