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All's Never Fair In Love
Love elicits pain; another day spent doodling odes.
Will you stop turning gestures into tooth-aching hymns? Eulogizing a half-hearted disguise. Eating lovelorn and sipping distraught in the parking lot.
It has been a while. She cut her hair in a new style. An Aquarian's birthday is still marked on her calendar; he has forgotten hers.
Just, whatever.
Whatsoever.
What-fucking-ever.
You're always the poet anyway; never the poem.
Will you stop turning gestures into tooth-aching hymns? Eulogizing a half-hearted disguise. Eating lovelorn and sipping distraught in the parking lot.
It has been a while. She cut her hair in a new style. An Aquarian's birthday is still marked on her calendar; he has forgotten hers.
Just, whatever.
Whatsoever.
What-fucking-ever.
You're always the poet anyway; never the poem.
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