promise

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your name is a curse on my lips
and though you used to make me smile,
your memory is poison that runs through my veins.
your voice is a stab at my broken heart
and you no longer bring me joy
just agony
because i stand on your broken promise
and it stabs at me like glass
as i remember how you swore you'd never leave

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