Love is like a long line of people waiting
It seems to take forever to get to the front
Waiting amongst ugly faces and unpleasant smells
Feel the distrust, just keep moving forward
Now it's my turn, I'm at the front of the line
"Sorry, sold out"
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The rabid reality of love and life is here displayed. Well done my friend!