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Saturday, December 26, 2015

And she hated me, maybe too much
In the absence of me or the sense of hers
I was a morsel to her thoughts, a bitter one
A traitor I suppose, or sleeky betrayer
But loving you was nice, like a breeze
Started like a high class ride to an empty feet
Did it ever break a heart by my dull teeth
They won’t be chasing me, I am the stranger
Who changes faces to the faces
Shame on me, my care for them was never leaked
I stayed true to the hands that never left
But the missing part was always missed.

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