Slender lender of sorts,
you were,
but you were a disappointment,
always promising things and delivering,
but delivering late,
and after I was interested,
and that made me annoyed,
disappointed even,
disenchanted,
lost by design,
at arm's length,
in another quadrant,
over here,
and there,
and being slender had nothing to do with it,
that only felt good in the moment,
not good,
important,
satisfying even,
but for the wrong reasons,
you were a joke,
and so was I,
and in a thousand years,
when we find the orange groves elsewhere,
out there among the stars,
this will seem less than laughable
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