Forgive my seeming doubt.
It's just
that if you really were,
unfaithful,
I don't really
care about shit
like that. Not any
more. Because within
some fit you find, it
cannot break.
I don't say put
me to the test, but
you and me, to me
define such fit. And it
is, was, will be for
the best.
For darling you
I see and know. I darl
you.
I'll be forever
darling after you,
for sure. I'm your
eternal darler, darling
true. And blasted wrath
and stupid fool as it all seems,
I care
quite much
that you don't. Or haven't.
Or won't.
But I know I would care
no less if you do.
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