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not a rendez-vous, not a fling, just a sloppy effort
at romance that left us both awkward and cold
now i wear that bittersweet smile
play the woman scorned
victim of a prince charmant
reveling in their secret pity
knowing inside the blurred truth
that does not cut but rather erodes
who do we blame?
i took the risk
wanted too much
you spoke of love
forgot who you were
who do we blame?
two weeks of winter that melted and froze again
all i have is sadness, inadequacy,
overwhelming shame
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