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Dysfunctional and Rusty

I want her
to tell me
that she loves
me.

No butter, no grease; I mean
it’s just
biology.

She’s changed so much. I guess
she thought she had it all
figured out, but she’s just like her mother:
all dysfunctional
and rusty.

The older we get, the more
she wants to show
me, but I just know
we’ll be divorced in 6 months.

The best we can hope for is to avoid any litigation.

-11.18.17

Author:

Trying to find the right words.

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