It's Not Wrong

You talk to me at night

Because you think it's wrong,

I saw you there

Same color suit as

My new lace thong,

Face shaven clean,

I hadn't expected you,

You appeared as a dream,

And in the morning,

You leave me,

And life is as it should be,

But it doesn't feel right,

And here we are again,

In this same stupid fight

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