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I always thought
That I wanted to
Get married
And after all these years
I think I still do
Though much
much less

The thought of being lost
In someone
And claimed
By someone
Was so alluring
And so seductive

Older now
Though not wiser
I wonder whether
I want to be owned
Or if I simply think
Someone is more likely
To own me
Than love me

When I was a stronger man
I was more superstitious
And I think that's because
I was greedy
And believing in something
Somehow gave me
A sense of security

If I wish on that star
Maybe I'll find love

If I don't walk under a ladder
Maybe they'll stop hurting me

If I hold my breath through this tunnel
Maybe she'll come back

Whatever the reason
I find that who I am now
Is both less
And more

Where did the rest go?
Where did these extra bits come from?