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My body laid next to yours devoted.
But your eyes still kept wandering.
You're meant to give what you get but everything bad was what you promoted.
Your hands no longer caressed me but turned into fists thundering.
I hide the bruises.
I hide the marks.
If they were even seen, I'd preach one of the thousand excuses.
They tumbled so easily they passed without remark.
I couldn't lose the one who made me like this.
A trembling wreck for all to see.
But now you're gone, and with a coffee and a cry, you're just something to reminisce.

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