1720.

An interruption
of status quos as a change
brews off screen, stage left.

1719.

Supplementation
of meaning for purpose in
set party cycles.

1718.

Wearing and turned from
its purpose, just overgrown
with plodding defeat.

1717.

An exercise in
persistent futility
is this love for you.

1716.

The frequency of
your lament has tainted its
sorrow. Burdens all.

1715.

You can't stage love on
the same set as betrayal
and call the play fair.

1714.

How intimately
I understand the want to
both own and discard.

1713.

If only people
were as replaceable as
hearts try to pretend.

1712.

I have never tried
to cut you from my skin and
yet you are still scarred.

1711.

Loneliness is a
persistent disease from which
we are all dying.

1710.

Sometimes my heart seems
more of an extremity
than any limb could.

1709.

Everyone seeking
the new happiness without
noting the sheen's wear.

1708.

I would rather think
of my bones dancing and soul
drunk in life's full love.

1707.

Why must even the
idea of heaven fall to
such banal clutches?