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What to say? I feel we are growing apart.  Yes I still believe you and I are meant to be together but currently we are better off apart
What used to be therapeutic and fertile to grow now seems resentful and critical

There with the thick hair
He talks while I stare
I like what she wears
Do you think that she shares?

You smile and show your teeth
Knowing what I need
We dance and I lead
Rhythm and timing

Enter the climax
Slowly, not too fast
Looking, like through glass
The fields of your past