My mother never loved my father,
A man who even at the best of times was a drunk and a gambler.
Whether she loved me was a question I thought of habitually
And to some great extent,
But with little in the way of conclusion.
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Twisting, turning, house is burning,
Wiggle wiggle waggle waggle woo.
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People with lives, lives like shooting stars, gleaming and bright and rare, rare as grass that’s green, water that’s blue.
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Loony Lovegood looking girl,
Leaning right to see,
With swoosh of magic silver hair,
The curly mess of me.
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Oxford boy, dear oxford boy,
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Walked in before my shower
Watched with careful glower
Looking strong and rather dower.
And I didn’t mean to stalk you,
But I know that’s what I did.
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It’s not all about the girl, I promise.
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It’s so much more complex.
Just because I spend my weekends
Reading through our texts.
Looking at my reflection,
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And feeling my morning erection,
And reaching for the spinning blades,
Like I do on all work weekdays,
Did you ever love me,
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The way that I loved you?