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Your lips spew venom,
But I bathe in its filth.
Your eyes tell lies,
But I can’t look away.
Your hands cause pain,
But feel so tender.
Your apologizes appear sincere,
But in reality, are rehearsed.
Your face is so beautiful,
But at times, so twisted.
You think I won’t leave you,
But I already have.

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