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The girl with the world 
in her world-wide hands 
met the boy with the skies 
in his star-struck eyes 
and his eyes clouded over 
and her face hid in hands 
since they both saw their fates 
called for too many plans. 

Just kidding. They skipped 
happy-everly forth, straight 
to afterwards, straight to till
death of course, and they did
their part and raised rows
of corn on course to the end.
All their words were born.

And the narrative came.
It was meant to be, since
she meant it and he 
had come to trust
what she meant 
(or she could get
mean, you know?).
They decided to prefer
the pronoun "us." 

Between now when they meet
(cute sad and distrait), and the end
we've decided skipped to (great!), let's say 
came ripping yarn and heartstrings
swelling up to soar upon like 
gilded wings,

a true hum-dinger.
So much good time

to spend. 

But it's now. 
We can't have 
this end.