Of who, At that time, Was your true and only and First... But you begin to remember another The girl who never spoke to you And instead Clung to the boy with acute eczema, and how You'd race to be the other boy In the boy-girlBoy-girl line of Red Rover, even knowing That when they called her You'd be left to... Realize that my life Has been a cataloguing Of postmortem love stories, And that perhaps This Is why I have tried so hard To kill you my love.
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