In the garden,
I fell in love with you,
because you were looking off into the distance,
and I had a moment there to see you differently,
and you were enchanting from over here,
unaffected,
beautiful in your plainness,
and I admired your asymmetry,
despite the odds,
but we were a train wreck in the same room,
destined for misery and euphoria on the half hours,
plagued with our great expectations and the shoes falling from the sky,
raining even
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