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Betrayal, precious lover,
Don't fear the burning of your words
Just see my tears
Run silver rivers
In your mirrors shining fierce
Against reflections
And rejections
In my yearning for your heart..
Who but you
Could waste the greatest treasure
And demand no heart's desire;
But worry not in untrue fashion,
It's only one more broken word..
Just know your love is not required;
You are only yesterday's old headlines
In the fire.
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