You've adopted images created,
To become your beliefs.
Even love you claimed for me,
Was conditional.
And now the functions of your conditions,
Increasingly appear to be dysfunctional.
To make my 'nonacceptance'...
Tastefully more appealing than ever.
Well...
Let me say this to you,
I was never into champagne.
And you made it quite clear,
You would never drink beer.
And even if you did...
You couldn't afford me or it.
Not now.
It is my preference that has changed.
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