Once upon a blind date
the year’d grown old,
gilded flakes fell and
twinkling bug-catcher
parking lights unveiled
piles of leaf disbelief,
hoarder’s tendencies.
No one told us not to–
One, two, three
swallow.
Happiness is hollow.
Crappily ever after,
a sorta fairytale disaster.
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