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Alls Fair
I can see you there, your eyes may shine laughter but I see through, Your holding up that champagne glass and nodding with enchanted excitement, But I see through, Does she see you from across the room, Or does she see the shell of a hollow man, A man wading through a life of vanity and greed, A life of envy and unobtainable endeavours, Do she see you as I do? I sit be your side as they all clap like monkeys to a type writer, You throw your head back and flare your arm enraging profanity and pride, Even they don't see you as I do, She still sits, that scarlet devil with eyes burning like abandoned embers, The churning jealousy she holds of me by your side almost echoes around the room, As I sit with my smile resting in place staring back as if to whisper " he's mine" The charade has ended and I stand to my feet, He steadies me with the strength of a thousand steaming trains, and I feel that burning in my throat as if it was the first day we met, He leans to my ear for reassurance of his accomplishment, And as I nod his smile beams like that of a thousand suns, His eye meet hers and I turn with burning hate and envious fury, She may be his wife but oh, She doesn't see him as I do.
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