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Feb 2015
I drink in your lies with a desperate smile.
They taste like false hope with a hint of denial.
Though you lured me in like so many before,
I should've grabbed a menu as I sauntered through the door.
I took a seat at the nearest table, and ordered the special.
My waiter, however, brought me nothing more than the usual.
Guess he won't be getting a tip...
Goodnight, love you guys...
Written by
Shiloh Celestia Monroe  26/Pangender/Akron, OH
(26/Pangender/Akron, OH)   
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   Francisco DH, unknown and ---
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