ones and twos fall through me, like singles of pairs.
ones and twos neglected, bitter as i remember
and so they were out. hunting for me.
i remember saying goodbye for the last time.
waiting like i do,
and i'm sure it's not my fault now.
sometimes I feel like I told you this before.
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