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On the morning of the 20th of October,
Romans of Latvia departed friend Philip's home post-pajama party
leaving behind an unopened carton of pineapple juice
a carton of pineapple juice which Romans himself
had selected for purchase and, presumably,
subsequent imbibement.
Why a man would conduct himself with such astounding frivolity,
it seemed we may never know. For in but days,
Romans was scheduled to depart the country itself,
and it was unknown when he might return, or if.
I'll never forget that evening of glee,
When out of the multitudes he chose me,
I'm Romans's, so syrupy sweet
But left in the cold, for one thing I pine
that succulent apple of my eye
Alone and not even half drunk
So mill up my heart and extract the juice
An accessory fruit, ornamental to you
a liter of fluids, all superfluous
Of all my embittered bromances,
the bitterest of all is Romans's
Dance away the sad absurdity
Of all my impassioned bromances,
the most passionate of all was Romans's
Dance away the sad absurdity