(-Same-)

[spamano]

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I was getting tired of this.

It was always the same thing:

He'd come

(into my life, into my home, into my heart)

And then

He'd leave

(out of my life, out of my home, butnevereveroutofmyheart).

It was always the same process,

Repeating itself infinitely.

In, out, in out . . .

I was getting tired of this.

I had to stop him before he left again.

I grab him,

Hold him close,

"Romano—

Don't go

Don't leave me

Stay.

Please."

He hesitates,

Takes a deep breath,

And pulls away.

Out of my arms,

Out of my home,

Out of my life.

But the process will repeat,

There will always be next time . . .

.

.

.

. . . I'm getting tired of this.

It was always the same thing . . .


notes from the author::

Basically Spain's point of view of "dance."

There really isn't much to say about this.

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