don't see eye to eye.
nose to nose,
cheek to cheek,
disagreeing
on just
about everything
under the sun.
but we're stuck with each
other.
two parched peas in a pod,
tethered together
by the bonds
of marriage
and fate,
destiny?
the entangled vines
of lifes weeds,
choking us.
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