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My chest rises and
Falls in a matching rhythm,
Syncing along yours.
haiku
Romance is gone,
It's long since been dead

While chivalry,
Good nature
Are left for the odd and strange

Every woman longs for her prince
For her armour clad saviour

But all she will find
Are those who will never romance her
Written by: M. G. Stankovich
i turned pain
into a game
and played you
'till it turned around
and i got caught
on the board.
now what do i do
what do i do

no clear path forward
no straight path through
It's like that moment
when you're about to sneezeā€¦

Awkward,
and nothing happens.
Oddly enough, this was not inspired by a 13-year-old couple, but by a sneeze that wasn't.

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