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We Must Part
You play with my emotions
Make fuchsia fun of my devotion
You only teal take never give
Your love is fake not true or real
At first you were attentive
Love bombing not defensive
You slowly grew like a black sin
A snake coming out it’s skin
You want me to stay close
So you can swallow me whole
Your lies are like liquid gold
Shiny and full of false hope
Life is to short to live somber sad
In tomb with green groom gone mad
For your heart is dark and untrue
We must part I’m leaving blue you
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Karen Jones
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