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Sep 2012
I swore.
I swore you were different.
I swore you knew.
You promised.
You promised the sun moon and stars.
You promised your soul.
Those lips.
Those lips that never faltered.
Those lips which oozed honey.
That kiss.
That kiss laced with poison.
That kiss of an addiction.
The smile.
The smile that disarmed.
The smile you wore everyday.
Your hands.
Your hands on my hips.
Your hands on my shoulders.
Those lies.
Those lies that were your truth.
Those lies that broke my soul.
My soul.
Your soul.
If you had a soul to give,
I would still be it's mate.
Roxanne Marquette
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