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Relation Ship

I’m the spacesuit pirate in an ocean: alienated

When empty’s gone this relationship’s potion.

I’m just… I’m just utterly fricken hungover

From wasted devotion; over the disgust

Of the awful grog of an unfaithful lover

And the scurvy it leaves on my emotions,

Wondering when it all went topsy-turvy;

Sailing lost too many a salty night t’reach

Extraterrestrial atolls for a solacing beach

Of puppy-love’s vigor to diminish quick

Amour’s mermaid-like tricks and smile,

Yet still not a lighthouse I’ve seen for awhile

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