Because I am not cursed With that dreadful acuity, I imagined your faithlessness To be some factual slip Rather than some foundation garment. So the unravelling of you and me Was a terrible shock A horrible betrayal The likes of which you have not felt Since you realised that Both your parents were arseholes. The… Continue reading because (now that I know it’s you not me)
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