She said she was in love
As if this one word
Would make good
All that I'd just heard.
She said she was in love
As flighty adolescents do
But nowhere was the care and curiosity
Of the word I knew.
If each love is a key
Mine was not the lock
The turning that would free
Our spirits from the blocks.
She said she was in love
As lust confused from time to time
If each love is a fingerprint
Hers was at a crime.
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