Floating and skipping on clouds of ecstatic certainty.
But it was all up in the air, nothing more or less.
When she saw him kiss his loved one and slip
A ring on her finger, two stones killed one bird.
She fell like a bomb and hit the ground running
So hard and so fast she dug herself into a hole.
And remains there still, grounded by reality.
Love is blind leading the blind leading the blind.
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