I glanced up and saw a crow...
I'm confused
My heart has been refused
In a life devoid of colour
And a depreciated dollar
Its about time i cried
No its just that the onions were deep fried
I don't mean to pry,
But aren't we both s'posed to try?
I'm stressed
And ur undressed
Compound interest works
It's just that I don't understand the quirks
Each to his own little world
But physically in the others blanket curled
An ode to love
Especially when push comes to shove
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