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Your eager lips hug mine
in a sweet embrace,
yet the stale taste of betrayal
taints the fusion.

My love for you blinks-
a dwindling light-
as it screams, struggling to
break through to the surface.

The hurt you've caused me
chased me into his arms.
Imaginary were our late-night talks;
he made them realities.

As we sit knee to knee-
the tense silence unbroken-
the only one my heart yearns for
is him.





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