What happened to us decisive Singles
when we started feeling like an unMatched pair
When in spite of the Solitude we idolised
our unShared bed felt incomplete and unfair
What happened to us relationship Anarcists
when we suddenly yearned
for something out of the radical norms
Besides the struggle - was this the anti-climax we'd foolishly earned?
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