Bottle Neck

Honey, isn’t it about time?..

tits for tat whenever..blink yours and mine

argument generates at dawn,

regret looms again,

evident spooky destiny; instead,

refurbish my ugly soul, way ahead and,

for time being,

again, wipe my salty tears

till we get out of this bottle neck.

eventually, release the rooted fears.

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