Sunday, January 31, 2010

Expiration Date.

We know how this goes:
enjoy it until the end.
For there will be one.


That is a comfort.
We enjoy each other, yet,
the finite exists.


Right now, you're a fit.
Later, we can both move on.
Let's be good 'till then.


I won't want any more
then what we've set out for now.
We're both placeholders.

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