Fuss over nothing
Excuses for erected anger
Burn my cares
Learn my dares
Primitive vocations
Sleek and bent backwards
So you say
So I pay
Not about art
Everything is nominal
Told you late
Sold you fate
Eventful meals
Quibbles, still we do
Make up
Break up.
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