Do you remember when I got frustrated and started writing zodiac poetry?

No, you don’t.

See this ordeal I’ve been through has been entirely solitary

And I thought at the end you’d be there waiting but I thought too much

I do that

You’d know

But you don’t

And over there suddenly it makes perfect sense

The sobriety the truth grants you

I like her dog too

Now I understand

Now I know why it was then that I jumped

Because you want to marry her anyway

Oh the feelings that one calls

You’ll marry her, be happy

And I’ll be here

I’ll be here

And you won’t know the half of it

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