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Leftovers
I often wonder what it's like for him, and her, knowing that he once chose me before her.
He settled for her because I wouldn't settle for his infidelities.
In truth, she feasts upon the scraps of my love, and the remnants of me still lingers upon his lips.
This, I know from the dialogues I share with him but what she doesn't know, won't hurt, all that much.
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