When you did what I never did
and everything
is repeatedly starting,
the past
and as for me whom knew nothing.
That child that you saw
then when presently
you snapped her up with that itself
as for that already
one time
not two it does that was then.
Where that it is
I have known
as for me who I am, when.
I cannot get caught loving
you so I wait,
being correct
for the sake of the other.
To stay for the second time,
they are not the ones
when I have as you see
but one toe.
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