February 13th, 1999

You didn't remember

it's just a
date and
some paper.
but it was real
it was there
you were
there
I was 4
no 3 I was
3 years
and I was the
product of an
empty love
an empty
date
and empty words for
empty people.

dates and words
clubs and
hearts no
hearts just
clubs. And
after all, everything must
die
in the end,
even love.

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