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Licked
My wounds
It tasted funny
Neither sweet nor salty
Why oh my it's bitter !

Ask
What's better
A friend full
Of himself with bitterness
Or a friend who rationalized

Friend
Hearing himself
Alone mistaking deeds
Who decided won't listen
Than hearing friends who cared.

Betrayed
He said
Game playfully played
Never planned, we're done
Some things can't be undone.

Undone?
Let's condone.
Arguments never won
You are the one
Amuse yourself with your fun.