clarity

we don't have the house on the hill
we never will.
this is ours
we can make it beautiful,
the best it can be.

i can't win
i never will.
he can win two jackpots
that is his.

she is his.
she is not mine.

he is naked,
dead on the bed
of the New York loft,
he bought out the entire floor

why should I think about him?
he never thought about me.

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