Romeo, my heart be broken
I fell upon your love
you fell upon mine, so it seemed
two important lovers
entwined forever in a myth
it was you
who wanted me gone
“you bastard”
you gave me the glass
I thought it was filled with prosecco
alas, we are both still here
i’m not speaking to you anymore
we will never be famous now
well…
maybe just on Facebook?
the end...
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the end of us.