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Oct 2014
I know she thinks me bitter
For my gaping absences
But I find her fitter
For the role in these performances

She thinks I stole her lover
I really tried to not
I put her above all others
She has me worried, fraught

I find myself in guilt
For being happy then
I killed the friendship we had built
And wallow in my sin
M Fitz
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