"Let's have children
with each other,"
I said. She was illuminated on literature.
"You didn't need the second stanza,"
she replied.
"It wasn't a stanza."
"This poem ain't a conversation?" (Her: coy smile)
(Him: touchdown smile) "Gimme some sugar mommy."
"Not tonight, darling." (A lie)
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