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Oct 2018
Basically,
I've come to
loathe her,
as much
as I love
her face.

Am I incapable?

Or,
is this the end
of every
romantic
by proxy?
Lukewarm,
and underwhelmed?

I thought
partners
were supposed
to help.
Why do
I strive,
then, all by
myself?
All by myself?
A Simillacrum
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A Simillacrum
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