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She

She was beautiful
With the initial trespass
Into my contradiction,
Teasing me with a hope,
That she was something more
Than what she was.
I so selfishly believed.
I let myself Lust and Crave,
And Love!!1
But she is nothing!!!
Night summing,
Under pale moon light should have
Lent some truth-
She was a faccade
In a relationship that lied,
And now it is I that says so much,
And means so little.
Written by rachel679
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