He dated her for twelve
months before he realized
she was only paper-thin
Someone rather artistic
had drawn a convincing
portrait of a real person
Even with lips pursed
just the way he liked them
But soon the wind blew
and his dream flapped
onto the hard concrete
And that was that.
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