An AffairA Poem by Avondale KendjaReally, just infidelity....Little "us" beneath the stairs Passing notes, the other knows not; Our souls doubt, but our hearts bares Secret, surreal urges we fought. No one truly knows how hard we tried and try Not to hurt the loved with us then. We aren't ourselves, addicts of of the high. "This is too good to stop", our natural zen. A connection of imperfect spirits; so full of "us"/dust We forget the lives we have built With them, the ones we truly trust. "Us" is just a fainter breeze, yet exhiliarating. We can't stop, even as reality is fading
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