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I’m so sick of love songs

On the radio

Everywhere I go

Taunting me

As I wade through the sea

Of everyday living

A ride in the car is

Riddled with reminders

Love lost, forlorn

Haunting me

Strolling down an aisle

Shopping for corn,

Black tea

Sugar and cream

Each chorus and verse

Cuts deep

Or so it does seem

Dire thoughts stream

Hunting me

Daring me to dream

Of a tomorrow

Where love songs

Don’t hurt