is giving me trouble.
it beeps, it grinds, it makes
a noise
not unlike
it's friend the HP printer
upstairs.
on the floor there's
a puddle of blue
tears.
they like to tell you when it's
over,
they grumble, they moan,
they become stubborn.
like us.
when it's time, it's time.
you just know that this
love won't
last
another year.
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