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A Slow Painful Death

The minutes felt like hours on Mars
Eloquently she threw herself in his arms
I stood there sitting in disbelief
Such a betrayal could be happening ... to me
Weren't you the one who came knocking at my door
Tears in your speech

A plane taking off, destination death
She drew herself closer to him, their lips met

What if you knew what I knew
Perhaps I'd spoil your appetite
As she heads off on her thermospheric flight
Would you call me an accomplice to suicide
Written by RMP
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