…juris utriusque doctor? I shoulda known when you burnt me you’d too early leave me. Now you’re mad I’m owned? When how you broke a vow got all parties disowned? And I’m sorry about the numbers, Baby. Tell your lady, I apologize for them odd odds. But she’s a Mason in a mansion and I’m just fire logs in the lodge. Sure, we could lunch and we could lounge. Yet when it comes to change? I don’t scrounge. It’s not logical or chronological the timing of when each was met. Plus for one, it’s always hard to lose a man that you’ve won when you never even placed a bet, harder still to love a man …when he’s never around. As silence can be the loudest sound, oh, I’ll bend over so you may kiss the obsession you miss so while you abound in your martial bliss knowing my love never ceased to grow and can exist? You can follow. And I know you’re fallow over this fellow, as I feel an all too familiar shallow shadow. But you had ample time for an opportunity, now your union is a mutiny.
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