You, me, starry nights.
You, liar. Me, termagant.
It would never work.
You, me, endless love.
But…men are pigs. I’m no prize,
myself. Never mind.
Wanted: my soul mate.
You are married. I’m just sad.
Fie, sir. Get thee hence.
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