You must think I like being ignored…
I can’t go forward with anger at silent treatments, surely you can’t either. But we love each other.
Don’t we ?
I want your arms, not the mulberry bush.
Around and around and around it goes,
where it stops, nobody knows.
You don’t miss me.
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