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Reminds me of a song.
The last few months I have been living with this couple.
Yeah, you know, the kind who buy everything in doubles.
They fit together, like a puzzle.
And I love their love and I am thankful
That someone actually receives the prize that was promised
By all those fairy tales that drugged us.
And they still do me.
I'm sick, lonely,
No laurel tree, just green envy.
Will my number come up eventually?
Like Love is some kind of lottery,
Where you can scratch and see what is underneath.
It's "Sorry"
Just one cherry
"Play Again."
Get lucky.
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