The affairs of two people
Are besmirched by
Themselves.
An asinine melee
And I do not know
Why we permit this
I thought about this
As she was breaking
Beside me
It was like seeing
A thief enter your household,
And you let him
And you offer him coffee,
You herald him with
A salutation.
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