I love her, and I feel her disappointment;
With all these years, she knows just what I am --
Through her romantic movies, and her reading,
She'll find a thinner, younger, better man.
And whether it's K-dramas or potboilers,
There's always someone handsome, strong, and sweet:
I thought that love would be a flowing river,
And love is constant; I am obsolete
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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