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Strange.

Strange how your love you’s

Turned to I hate you’s

In the blink of a cheating eye 

 

Your head on the pillow

Filled with devious dreams

Of changing my name 

Before attempting resuscitation

Again

 

Strange how your lust

Turned to jealousy

Wrapped in endearments

And lies

 

So strange how you loved me

Only to hate me

But you loved me

So you wished that I’d die

 

Strange how I ran out

Of I  love you’s

And you are the only one

That still cries

 

Strange. 

 

🌷(4)

◄ The Grace of Age.

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