Alone.

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She loves him I ponder; he loves her back I fear.

Their sparks blind me while I cower near.

Her skin is glowing, her hair flowing,

All of my neurons are far much too knowing.

They ran away to the far depths of the blue,

Leaving me behind to wither and rue,

His face shining, his smile blinding,

All of my senses are all too finding.

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