So tired of running away from you.
You're running away from me too.
I can see how we're drifting apart.
You belong to me.
I belong to you.
But we both belong to them.
We're meant for each other.
But not meant to be together.
I guess we're better off this way.
My niece asked me to write a poem about "feet".
I tried to set my mood.
I played the Ally McBeal soundtrack.
After an hour,
my niece came back and woke me up.
I gave her a hundred bucks.
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