i actually did not like it
when you rest your head
on my shoulders
while we were on bed
and you ask
if at all you mattered
how could you be
so shortminded?
i am tired
and i have no mind
and i can be so dishonest
i do not like it
when you compel me to make another lie tonight
in my silence
you equated it with
yes....
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