Betrayal - naked.
What do you feel,
My dear, by this act?
No word left, my dear,
To utter - a fact.
Have you any friend
Left with you?
If yes, call them,
Let us see together
That brute.
But how -
Is a question now.
Come and let us
Sit together for future.
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