I went back--
To our old haunt today.
New...people.
Ones that don't like to pick at scars.
I remember babbling to you--
(Fifteen years old)
About this NEW BOOK
And you said it was dumb
Real women aren't caught between men
Well, now.
I am proud to have loved you.
To love a wretch is a wretched thing
But to love is to be the better man.
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