He don’t mind
leaving.
Not at all.
Be it now,
tomorrow,
or in twenty-twentynine.
As long as he knows:
She’ll be Happy
with someone else.
Really.
That’s just
fine.
(Either way; the Pain will
always be there.)
And
he knows
The Truth:
That,
all the time.
All over the world.
You always
were, and
still you are.
With Flesh, and
Soul, and Love,
and Blood:
HIS
Funny Little Girl.
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