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Our love is like
a pair of pants
that someone grew
a little too attached to
and whenever a hole formed
they didn't buy a new pair
they simply covered it
with a patch
and went on like
nothing had happened
but eventually there were
so many holes
and so many patches
that you couldn't tell them
from the original fabric
and they soon forgot
why they fell so in love
in the first place.

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