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Fact of Fiction
She seems happy
Nothing seems to rouse her
A rock battled by many omnipotent waves
One the absence of my presence didn’t faze
I do miss the sea in which I swam with her
I dove head first, though, she tried to deter

T and T
Us both Trini
Spanish melded with a bit Hindi
And the concoction, not meant for me
See, to be or not be
Nothing like this usually comes free
Leaves always fall eventually  
Don’t matter the reign of tree
T?
Was this sip of tea, reali-tea?
Or a lie told by me to me?
The departure was all too easy
Though I was 0.5% serious, see?
The exit invitation was taken all too easily
Now I see your smile, and the jokes on me.