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Too
She told me I was too cute
to smoke cigarettes
I told her she was too pretty to lie
I can see it in her eyes
she doesn't want me
just a passing fancy
like a stranger on the street.
I'm easy to love
but I'm easier to leave
that's why I'd rather it
be just me
'cause it's better
in my head
than laying in a bed
with a liar
Daniel Magner 2013
absorbed a bit of an old poem into this one

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