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Tonight you stooped to my level,I am your mangy little whore,now you're trying to find your underwear,then your socks, and then the door.
And your trying to find a reasonwhy you have to leave.
But I know its cause you think you're Adamyou think I'm Eve.
You rhapsodize about beautymy eyes glazeeverything I love is ugly
I mean really, you would be amazed.
Just do me a favor,it's the least that you can do.
Just don't treat me like I amsomething that's happened to you.
Cause I am,I am truly sorry about all this.
You put a tiny pin prickin my big red balloon,and as I slowly start to exhale,that's when you leave the room.
And I did not design this game.I did not name the stakes,I just happen to like applesand am not afraid of snakes.
But I am,I am truly sorry about this.
And I envy you,your ignorance.I hear that its bliss.
So I let go the ratioof things said to hings heard,as I leave you to your garden,and the beauty you preferred.
And I wonder what of this will have meaningfor you when you've left it all behind.I think I'll even wonder if you meant it at the time.
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