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Twenty-Five Years

The light fades, 
the years swell,
he approaches as
I wash the dishes
and says,
Hey, 
you and me, 
let’s brush our 
teeth and 
take some 
ibuprofen and 
go to bed.
I love you 
a ton and you’re 
smokin’ hot and 
I’m sorry.
Happy
anniversary
darling.

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