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The Long Con

Four years it took
For us to talk

We lasted forever
You always cross my mind

Its been a while
Since I was true to myself 

I’ve been on the run
Like a convict on the move

I coned you
Just as I coned myself

I look at this book
And I remember those three words

You wrote them 
I erased them

I was in love with a memory 
You were in love with a fake

It took awhile 
It was the long con

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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