it is sad to remember that once i loved someone
who pretended that she loved me too,
out of need
so she may survive, i was blinded by desire
not thinking about how she would
have vomited the taste
of my kisses
how she endured those intimate times
which were not at all
a comfort to her loneliness
i blamed her for not telling me at once
her shortsighted honesty all
wrapped in fear, and so one day
i set her free,
of course, with some money
for her to find the only
love of her
life.
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