and I was a timid little girl,
and I had reason to believe that you would eat me alive,
me and my good ideas,
and my naive notions of people starting and ending together,
we liked each other's company,
but never at the same time,
and so we were star crossed,
and I had different designs on my favorite constellations,
but I just wanted one,
the belt with all the notches,
and the baggage,
and the arrow pointing upward,
yes, that was it---
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