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A Shortage of Love

Me with my shortness of breath and you with your short temper. We fall short of what we used to have. It used to be so sweet, like strawberry shortcake. But lately, I’ve been receiving the short end of the stick. I play shortstop waiting for a play that won’t happen. I never wanted to be your shortie or a shortcut to you. So long story short, take a long walk off a short pier.

A Shortage of Love

Me with my shortness of breath and you with your short temper. We fall short of what we used to have. It used to be so sweet, like...