You think love is a guessing game
and you have to win, every, single, time.
As if you had expertise and know-how:
the last time you loved
the heart you broke sounded
like a chicken bone
a dog snapped in half.
Once I met a quite serious scientist In the underground going east On my way to a tryst in Bayleaf They looked at me with googly eyes And ...
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