she knew he loved her because...
eight hundred broken ghetto blasters were
playing their song
on worn, old c90s
each morning's breakfast a new
message of love was etched
into the black side of her toast
every florist in a 12 mile radius emptied
her bed strewn with petals
filled the volume of her bedroom
2,768,356th in line to the throne
made her feel like a princess
by arranging convenient accidents to all the others
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