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we'll talk of ex's.
like our lives,
our former, formal selves,
young and foolish,
accepting anything to
remove ourselves from
being single.
and now that we
are once again in the
sea as fish and cliche,
we'll sound out the vowels
of our ex on occasion singing
glory and dismal inside.
forgetting why we broke up
why our arms are still sore
why our hearts are hard
to concatenate ourselves to another bad choice.
to remove the singularity once more.
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