Thrills

You say the thrill is gone.

You say your thrill, is only to taste ripple.

You say your thrill is undeniable.

You say your thrill, is accepting they were right, only pain.

Your say your thrill, is that aging killed your taste for desires.

Your say your thrill, is waiting.

You say your thrill, is dying.

I say, wait alone while I breathe infinite life, quitter.

RGH/GLF

9-7-2020

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