Honey dripping beehive

I wrote a poem about you after we had weakly trolled each other,

before giving up to plan our divorce party.

I wrote that the likes of me was destined to love the likes of you.

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I wanted to love you enough to divorce the shit out of you

and watch you dance with delight into your own accord.

I did love, I still watch, and I do love you still.

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