A bit of a while it took me,
to admit and openly divulge
How misery stoked subsistence
whenever I tried to indulge
The unions are providential
with celestial accorded consent
Some seem daubed with torment
and primed with devious intent
None of any emotional bonding
or an enthused social connect
Caring considered a travesty
sharing treated a touch suspect
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