When I talk about our compatibility
You accuse me of nattering,
So let me compare us
More quietly:
You’ve got more faults than a fracture,
And your meter is inaccurate,
And you’re tearing us apart
Every night,
Whilst my emergency services have resigned
And been replaced by a force less inclined
To pick up the pieces
Dispersed,
And with one double bed replaced by two singles,
And a number of flaws intermingled,
They’re waiting to see
Who’ll crack first.
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Tiny pieces decomposing...A blast of breath & the dust's in the air
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