My laugh burns through the wasted chances.
This is a new day.
My hope will chase the fear away.
My faith will let me live another day.
Incomplete words are a fashion between us.
We set the trends of our incomplete love.
The style is varied, though usually bright.
Colourful.
This night, I will complete.
I stride to your side.
A kiss, thats all, if you can.
Too late, had fun,
kissing another man?
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