Like a fly in a soup, a love triangle
Stretches the elasticity of relationship
To breaking point where the obtuse angle
Inserted by a third party sails a ship
That absolutely mars or kills friendship
With ill intentions that can only hurt
The best of love affairs because a curt
Approach to intimate missions tears their fabric
Under the guise of admiring a skirt
And sampling carrots that lie in wait under a tunic.
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