take matters of the heart
and put them in your hands,
in the end,
his story will remain the same.
it will not matter
that he did not choose you,
that is his loss; his burden.
how do you put a price
on the thoughts in your head-
put it to paper
and scan the barcode
on the jacket.
he once told you how he used
to talk to crows,
and none of them talked back.
but now he talks to no one
but himself.
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