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You weren't enough

you weren’t enough

and I lied to myself

disguised you into a form

I believed to be good

I’ll never ever beg someone to

look, that girl, loudspeakers-on-

knows she deserves infinity

and she has so many great qualities

I’m sad at the opportunity of us

growing up old together

grey haired and wrinkled

still dancing in the living room

to every Bob Dylan tune

but angry at how little you saw me,

even when we've said c'est fini

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