laughing the way you remember me, never
looking back because I know you won't
be there. No more Eurydice, Psyche, no
more guessing games with changing rules;
I don't want a god, I need a man. Stop
singing, it hurts my head; stop dancing,
I lose the steps. Just squeeze my hand
until I cry; those happy tears that never dry.
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