if you're not here for love
don't choose to stay
turn around, go the other way
if you're not here to please me
if all you ever wanna do is tease me
don't choose to stay
please don't stay, don't ruin my day
if you can't make up your mind
if you think our stars are not aligned
don't choose to stay
just finish this game we play
if you are still undecided
after all the love I provided
don't choose to stay
runaway
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Your whole being is constituted by yearning. You miss the stars but have never seen a fully-realized night sky sparkle to life before your eyes. You write things, funny but short but profound, emulating the archaic cosmos that turns by its own unknowable calculus emulating love in all its celestial glory turning in that same cryptic way, but fully know neither and hardly know both, and it feels disingenuous, so you write about writers. It feels vaguely masturbatory, but it’s funny but short but profound and it impresses the people around you enough, so you run with it forever until you can’t anymore.
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