My love

The obnoxious prattle 
the banal
the rote
she was unstoppable
jouncing with a scabby feel
and she wouldn’t stop
discarding the views of the world
draped in a cape
she made every task look cinched and though a callow
she was like yellow stars
interminable spread
on the firmament
and that’s why she is my love

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