The Widow
The Widow
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It used to be the only thing
That got me by, day by endless day
I wonder if you took advantage
Of my weakness; you
Admitting wholeheartedly
In my time of need you were there
Was it truly goodness?
Then tell me why I sometimes feel as if
That was just an illusion created
By a great accomplished puppet master
And I'm dangling in your web
As nothing more than your latest prey.
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