This is possibly a record,
It's been five sets of 30ish,
But I can't deny the correlation,
You are the fuel of the phalanges,
You, with your broken promise
And glittering face of pretense,
Or so it seems to me,
Because I know how you crumbled,
And longed for a faith of your own,
And whispered that it was never real.
But what do I know?
I thought you'd be using just one knee today.
What a difference a threat makes.
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