Maybe...
it will never happen.
But nothing will truly
slacken,
the crush. Until
realisation becomes the
nasty spill.
That he belongs to another,
not even the victim
any bother.
But would he if the plot thickens
and to play that seductive
plan in mind.
O' how one can be quite destructive,
when given a chance.
Only time will be
the one to enhance!
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