Flashmob

When your life. 

Is one.

Flashmob of strife.

You then.

So want to thrive.

You want to live.

You want to love.

You want to hold and hug.

You want to stoke.

Fires.

Right hot.

Not not.

I don’t want more not.

I want a lot less not.

A lot more what.

And why.

And when.

And how I do want you.

And how I do want you.

To want me, too.

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