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May 2012
Sirens go off in my head
You stand before me once again
My thoughts racing, bright
I'm not the woman you used to know
Tripped and bruised under all these smiles
But you are counting on all of your old tricks
To make this go your way

You have another thing coming.

We both know I could rip you to pieces
While doing my nails
Your supposed charm and talent mesmerize
Those that cannot see through the ******* you have so neatly wrapped yourself in
*******
I am not easy sport, hanging off every word
May have been once
The romantic stars of believing everything you said dancing in my eyes
But I cannot see their flirting, winking lights this night
Instead your happiness soon turned to comfort
Discarded.
Leaving me empty and enraged
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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