Between us
things cease to be the way
they used to be.
The hope of anything green
grows pale.
Why do what the others do,
Sit and calculate
How much you give
And how much I?
Maybe it’s good for both of us
now that things cease to be
the way they used to be.
There would be no pining
no schemes for being together
no fear of being surprised
like black-marketing
love is an affair
of the underworld.
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