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Though I never truly lied, you might recall my eyes
As the chocolate-coated poison burned on in.
I lost one tear of regret, one tear trying to forget,
And they met in resignation ’neath my chin
You didn’t even sigh as I let them trickle by,
A match tossed on the pyre of Might-Have-Been.
What sad waste of emotion, those tiny drops of ocean
That fell, by us both detested, to the floor.
Soon they’ll roll away, and drift into cliché,
Something small and sharp we’ll both ignore.
I whisper “understood,” that this is for the good.
And pretend that I don’t love you anymore.
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