I have been here before
Sweeping confetti crumbs
In the aftermath of the party
At which we stayed too long
All the champagne toast
Turned to vinegar vengeance
By words we never thought
Our tongues would say
And cast away are the jeweled trinkets
We scooped full into pockets
To spread out on our bed
Admiring the wealth we thought we gained
Only to find what was written was untrue
Or untried, or untied somehow
Hardly seems it matters now
As I am left amid the confetti crumbs
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