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His kisses are laced with poison.
He intertwines his fingers with mine
and guides me through a desert of sorrow
He left me there and promised
he'd come back for me tomorrow
An eternal optimist
with a hopelessness complex
Winds blow the sand
and there is grit in my teeth
I squint, but the grainsĀ
slap my face and make it to my eyes anyway.
Red-rimmed eyes and tears of betrayal
I should have known better
He leaves me for dead
To drown in sand dunes of sadness.
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