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Rock Star
An impossible husband I bet
Humble – no. Flat-faced and boring.
I sold out, determined to find a bar.
Now broke, but still thin. I lie.
He is out for sure these days.
When we married, we were content.
Now, lower love, successful careers, and high addictions.
Alternatively, such large issues no counselor will try.
Suited, forced, a runway model’s look-a-like. So, I didn’t lie.
He scours, ridiculing me to death.
Amidst the radio blaring. Population us two.
Relatively comparable, I’m slightly concerned.
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