She watched his leaned-in tears.
Now — was another woman's woe,
Once she had told - the same story
Then he called her dramatic.
He smiled, said nothing. Left.
The heart knows better now.
Left Nothing. Said - 'she smiled'.
Dramatic, he called her then.
The same story - she had told once,
Another woman's woe - was now.
His leaned-in tears, she watched.
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