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I keep him on his iron toes
I keep that magnetic heart beating.
I watch him
from a distance
the paper's favourite,
the playboy millionaire.
It's Bethany he takes to bed.
It's Bethany who plays with
his weapons of mass destruction.
I watch him
sink the demon in a bottle.
In the morning
I see him
the Long Island boy
sipping his Long Island ice tea.
Bethany flutters in,
draped in his shirt,
morning hair.
She steals a kiss,
then flutters by again.
I watch,
I stomp
off to the lab.
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