He thought this:
Is she a girl or machine?
How can she resist me?
Spurn my advances, deny my charms.
Where did it veer off course?
My sights were set on the moon but they ended up in limbo?
She laid awake in bed thinking this:
Give up, give up, give up.
Be done with it and this and love.
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