Wood Glue

Fair.

What is fair?

I thought fair was loving someone completely and being with them.

Simple terms.

Yet variables are insensitive.

Circumstances, they make the simple confounded, tangled.

I thought love was being straightforward then someone would assess me and be astonished in my devotion and tenderness.

No.

The best hand in this card game could be overlooked or played at the wrong time.

The incorrect table.

And bursting into tears doesn’t rewrite anything.

Surely not the “rules” of a clock.

Maybe the next clock will have the correct time.

That’s what I’m going with for now.

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