Resorting to desperate measures, and why not? I'll be called crazy, maybe conmiserated, who knows.
Who cares
I'll have an answer, not because I'm owed one, but because your acts will determine.
In the face of a glimpse I act, but not rashly. Never in life.
Whatever the outcome, we both are owners of our comings and goings.
You will or will not take that train on a Saturday evening...
But I'll be waiting. Rain, sunshine, snow or hailstorm.
For you.
Yes, you.
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