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Apr 2015
I remember when
"She knows me well,"
became
"She knows too much."
I offered all
of my support,
but he favored
the crutch.
In reality,
his duality
is what saved me
in clutch.
He'll call me when
things change again,
next time
he loses touch.
cosmo naught
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cosmo naught
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