Loving you is as natural as breathing,
As easy as speech,
As fulfilling as sleep,
And as boring as listening to a Lumpha.
I’m sorry but your charm just doesn’t cut it,
Your flair as outdated as last weeks fashion,
And monotonous talk,
Simply don’t impress, excite, or delight
Her anymore.
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