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Oct 18
Beautiful yet, those
Constructed misdirections
Barbed and sharp
Lacerations left behind
Belied the severity
The depth of which
Truth now sheds light
Yet to face weak denial

How am i
What thoughts bitter
Like bile at such
Loss of trust
Cost of those lies
As such I loved faithfully
To wound this fool
Your actions stain
And betrayal so careless

Makes the ending
A place of hate
As I am that price
We are that ending
I ask why?
Lies steal any closure
And I never heal.
Jack R Fehlmann
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Jack R Fehlmann  41/M/Colorado
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