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That poem you sent;
the one that cured me
of my temporary
mania,

read it to me will
you? For I want to
be reminded of
your

saving me.

Thank you for that, though
now I can't stand the
sight of your shifting
mouth and lips

as they carve a gash
in those hallowed words.
You had no idea
after all

how it was for me -
so obvious now
as you read the
melody

out of tune. Never
mind. Who said it was
our song anyway?